Part 32 (1/2)

”Peace, peace! The king would speak with his good people of Paris.”

The noisy voices dropped slowly into silence to hear what the king said.

”Good people of Paris, I am no tyrant. But a king is the father of his people, and his ears can never be shut against the cries of his children. You all love this man? Hear, then, my judgment! This man's life is forfeit. Which of you will redeem it? If there be one among you ready to take Master Francois Villon's place on yonder gibbet, let that one speak now.”

There was a brief silence as the mob began to realize the meaning of the king's words, a silence broken by angry cries.

”What does he mean? Take his place on the gallows! A trick--a trick!”

Louis grinned complacently.

”No trick, friends, but a simple bargain. Here is a man condemned to death; here is an idle gibbet. If ye prize him so highly, let one among you die for him. It has been said by the wise Apostle: 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.' On my word as a king, when such a splendid volunteer is swinging at the end of yonder rope that moment Master Francois Villon shall go free. Come, who will slip neck in noose for the sake of a hero?”

Villon protested haughtily:

”No man shall die for me.”

But, indeed, his protest was premature. The anger of the crowd dwindled into sullen clamours.

”The king laughs at us! 'Tis too much to ask.”

A faint, exultant smile flickered over the king's face as he asked:

”Now, friends, where is your idol's supplement? Who will be his lieutenant, who will be heir to his heritage of a cross bar and a rope? You are not so brisk as you were. Does your devotion falter?

Were you mocking me and him?”

Villon looked at the king with a kind of disdainful admiration.

”King of foxes!” he applauded, and the king heard him and smiled again.

”Tristan,” he said, ”go into yonder church and bring me an inch of candle.”

Tristan bowed and entered the church. The king went on:

”Our royal mercy is mild, our royal mercy is patient. As it is our hope and our belief to live in history as a good and gracious sovereign, we would not have it said of us that we denied even a felon all due and reasonable opportunity.”

Even while he spoke, Tristan came out of the church carrying in his hand a great gold candlestick in whose socket a little piece of candle, scarce an inch high, still was burning. He gave it into the hands of one of the soldiers of the Scottish Guard, who held it in his strong grasp and stood as immovable as a statue, while the thin faint flame pointed spear-like towards heaven in the warm and windless air.

Louis stopped and whispered to a page behind him who bowed and entered the church. Then the king spoke again to the silent, wondering crowd:

”So long as this candle burns, so long Francois Villon lives. If while it burns, one of you is moved to take Master Villon's place on the gallows, so much the better for Master Villon, and so much the worse for his subst.i.tute. Herald, proclaim our pleasure.”

At a sign from Montjoye, the royal herald, two pursuivants stirred the air with the blast of golden trumpets. Then Montjoye spoke:

”The king's grace and the king's justice is ready to grant life and liberty to Francois Villon if anyone be found willing to take his place on the gallows and die his death that he may live his life!”