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"I shall soon be jealous, ma mie, but it is a pleasure to see a bright young thing about that can talk with her eyes and not chatter shrilly. Mon dieu! what voices most of the wives have, and they are transmitting them to their children. Yes; we will start at noon, and be gone two days. Destournier has some messages to deliver. Put on thy plainest frock, we are not in sunny France now."
It was home to the girl, and she could almost fancy the better part of miladi's spirit hovered about it, released from suffering. How would M. Destournier take it? Would he regret he had not been here? Day after day they waited the return of the party. Had there been a battle? Sometimes Rose felt as if she must join them, the suspense seemed the hardest of all to endure.
"I believe the child has no other name." "Was she born here?" How soft and winning the voice was. Destournier flushed unconsciously. "She has a story and a mystery that no one has fathomed. The Sieur made some inquiries. A woman of the better class who came over with some emigrants brought her, and was supposed to be her mother.
"I have hardly been worth all the trouble," Destournier said, in a broken voice. "It was not altogether you," replied one of the men. "And to have rescued some of our men from those fiendish Hurons was worth while. Savignon must have had some wonderful power to make them give up their prey." The relief party were provided with food, dried meat that had come down from some friendly Indians.
Little Barbe was a dainty, loving being, always clinging to her mother, and three sons were devoted to their father whose snowy white hair was like a crown of silver. They loved to hear the old tales, and fired with resentment when the lilies of France had to give way to the flag of England. "But they will never do it again," Robert Destournier would exclaim, with flashing eyes.
M. de Champlain insisted upon caring for Destournier, and examining the leg, which was much swollen, but had been very well set. The story of the wonderful escape was told over, to interested listeners. "We owe Savignon a great debt, and are too poor to pay it," said the Governor sorrowfully. Poor indeed they were. It was the hardest winter the colony had known.
Rose meanwhile had run quite wild, but she had been Destournier's companion in his walks, in his canoe journeys; sometimes with Marie Gaudrion, she was in and out of the settlement, and as she understood a little of the several Indian languages, she was quite a favorite; but Destournier felt troubled about her at times.
"You and Wanamee will be quite safe," the guide said. "We shall wrap in our blankets and sleep about the fire. If you hear the cry of wolves, do not be alarmed." "How good you are," Rose returned, her eyes glorious with grateful emotions. "M. Destournier will never forget your service. It cannot be rewarded." "Mam'selle, a man would give his life for your pleasure. Sleep well and do not fear."
The weather was growing colder. They halted for the night, and made a fire. They had shot nothing, but the supper was very light, indeed. "Little Rose," said Destournier, "come over beside me, since I cannot well come to you. I have hardly seen you, and have not asked what has gone on at the fort. I feel as if I had been away half a lifetime. And miladi " "Wanamee will tell you, I cannot."
"I ask you to wait," she said, in a steady tone. "That is all." "And you will not seek to die, Mam'selle?" "I will be your wife then. Now go. I am too tired to argue any more." A sudden ray of hope kindled in the Indian's heart. He would see M. Destournier, and lay the case before him, and beg his assistance. Surely he could not refuse, when his life had been saved!
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