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Jeanne Falla looked out as they passed and called out to know what was happening. "This wicked man is making Phil show him the way to the Boutiques," cried Carette, and the wicked man chuckled, and so did Jeanne Falla. They passed the cottages at La Vauroque. The women and children crowded the doors. "What is it then, Carette?" they cried. "Where is he taking him?"
Lars had mounted a table, that every one might see what he had to offer, and from this point of vantage he soon discovered that the newly created emperor, who lived in the little but close to Falla and had been a day labourer all his life, moved about in the crowd.
Jeanne Falla took her in and comforted her, and as soon as George Hamon heard the news, he started off with a neighbour or two to Frégondée to attend to Martel. In the result, and not without some tough fighting, for Martel was a powerful man and furious at their invasion, they carried him in bonds to the house of the Sénéchal, Pierre Le Masurier, for judgment.
It flashed into his head that she wanted to speak with him about Glory Goldie, and he was rather miffed when she began to talk about something quite different. "I wonder, Jan, if you remember the old owner of Falla, my father, who was master there before Eric came?" "Why shouldn't I remember him, when I was all of twelve at the time of his death?"
And presently they would begin, and they would dance until the sun rose, and then well, the new day had its own rites and ceremonies, and eyes were bright and pulses leaping, and hearts were all a-flutter with hopes and fears of what the day might bring. "And who is this, Jeanne Falla?"
"One likes one's own calves best, oui gia!" and I felt like kissing the little old brown hand. Young Torode had joined the others, and was laughing and joking with the girls, though it seemed to me that the men received him somewhat coldly. Then some remark among them directed his attention to Jeanne Falla and myself in the corner behind the dresser, and he came over at once.
Jan stood looking round not knowing what had become of his employer. Presently he heard the old familiar voice he had always obeyed; but it sounded so feeble he could hardly make out what it was saying. "Go get a team and some men to take me home," said the voice. "Shan't I help you from under first?" asked Jan. "Do as I tell you!" said Eric of Falla.
Now of course Ol' Bengtsa's son had to listen to further talk about the catechetical meeting at Falla, and he heard more about the pastor's extraordinary dissertation on the duties of children toward their parents than he cared to hear.
So Jan pictured himself going on the morrow to the sexton, or to some other person who could write, to ask him to write to Glory Goldie and tell her to come home. When Jan came into the living-room at Falla he naturally drew himself up a bit. The old housewife was pouring coffee and he did not wonder at it when she handed him his cup before even Lars Gunnarson had been served.
"And Mistress Falla will give us two sacks of hay to soften the rocks," said Uncle George, "and a lantern and some candles, lest they get frightened of one another in the dark," which I knew could never happen. All the same, Carette asked, "Is it dark there all the time?" "Not quite dark all the time, but a light is cheerful."
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