"Pitiful traitor, why did you live this lie?"
Villon pleaded desperately:
"I loved you."
Katherine's anger flamed into a great fire.
"Do not shame the sweet word. I hate you! To think the face that I have learned to love should mask so base a heart!"
Then as Villon drew a little closer to her, in an agony of entreaty, she struck out at him with both hands, beating him on the breast in an unconquerable fury. Villon bowed beneath the blow while she raged at him:
"You have stolen my love like a thief, you have crucified my pride. I hate you! Go back to the dregs and lees of life, skulk in your tavern, forget, what I shall never forget, that so base a thing as you ever came near me!"
The king was by her side in an instant and whispering into her ear:
"Is this the course of true love?"
She swung upon him in scorn.