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"And what business took thee into the turret?" "Your highness" "Ladyship," corrected Lady Dorinda. "I like to see D'Aulnay's torches," proceeded the dwarf, without accepting correction. "His soldiers are burying the dead over there. He needs a stone tower with walls seven feet thick like ours, does D'Aulnay."
Sentinels in the other two bastions turned with surprise at her cry. They had seen Klussman relieving the guard, but his subtle action escaped their watch-worn eyes. They only noticed that he had the strange woman with him. D'Aulnay's men were at the foot of the wall planting ladders. They were swarming up. Marie met them with the sentinels joining her and the soldiers rushing from below.
A woman's mourning in the dusky tent next to D'Aulnay's now rose to such wildness of piteous cries as to divert even him from the shrinkage of Father Vincent's height. No other voice could be heard, comforting her. She was alone with sorrow in the midst of an army of fray-hardened men. A look of embarrassment passed over De Charnisay's face, and he said to the officer nearest him,
The soldier in the capote had to step forward to receive it, and D'Aulnay's eye fell upon the sandal advanced near the torch. "Come, this is not our Capuchin," he exclaimed grimly. "This man hath a foot whiter than my own!" The feeling that he was detected gave the soldier desperate boldness and scorn of all further caution. He stood erect and lifted his face.
He stripped himself and bound his weapons and clothes in one tight packet on his head. At first it was easy to tread water: the salt brine upheld him. But in the middle of the river it was wise to sink close to the surface and carry as small a ripple as possible; for D'Aulnay's guards might be posted nearer than he knew.
"I have come to tell you about the death of D'Aulnay de Charnisay," said this pigmy. "We have long had that news," responded Antonia, "and worse which followed it." Madame Van Corlaer despised Charles La Tour for repossessing himself of all he had lost and becoming the first power in Acadia by marrying D'Aulnay's widow.
Klussman's glance rested on the body with that abashed hatred which a man condemns in himself when its object is helpless. "It is D'Aulnay's child," he muttered, as if stating abundant reason for its taking off.
There was a little mist blown aloft over the stars, yet the night did not promise to be cloudy. The whole environment of Fort St. John was so familiar to the young soldier that he found no unusual stone in his way. That side toward the garden might be the side least exposed to D'Aulnay's forces at night. If he could reach the southwest bastion unseen, he could ask for a ladder.
The tide was running swiftly out, and under starlight its swirls and long muscular sweeps could be followed by a practiced eye. As the soldier glanced warily in every direction, two lights left D'Aulnay's camp and approached him, jerking and flaring in the hands of men who were evidently walking over irregular ground. They might be coming directly to take possession of the trench.
The entire garrison rushed to the walls, and D'Aulnay's camp stirred with the rolling of drums. Then there was a pause, and each party waited further aggression from the other. The fort's gun had spoken but once. Perhaps some intelligence passed from trench to camp. Presently the unsuccessful company ventured from their breastwork and moved away, and both sides again had rest for the night.
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