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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Dubisson, why has no one offered to take me to my wife?" The man laughed rather helplessly. "'T is from no lack of respect for either of you, monsieur. But you said nothing, and Starling" "Yes, it is from Starling that I wish to hear." "Well, Starling has said Monsieur, why repeat the man's gossip?" "Go on, Dubisson." "After all, it is only what the Englishman has said.
Cadillac's arm dropped round my shoulders, and I felt the pressure of his fingers. "Come to my quarters," he said. "You have mail waiting. And we will find you something to wear. Dubisson is near your size." And so I let him lead me away. I pressed him for news of the Indian situation, but he only shrugged and said, "Wait. Matters are quiescent enough on the surface. We will talk later."
I have skins and provisions cached at Sturgeon Cove enough for barter. I am not insane. I shall go prudently. There are lands and peoples to be explored in the west." The clamor grew. Dubisson and others of the French came nearer. "Speak to the chiefs now. Speak to them now," they begged. "You can save the situation yet." I watched the Indians. "They are departing peacefully."
Dubisson, my lieutenant, tells me that a Huron told his Indian servant that pictures of the prisoner drawn on bark had been scattered among the Indians for a fortnight past. The story was roundabout, and I could not run it down. But it makes me watchful. "So this is where we stand. I must give this man Starling a letter to you.
It was dated at the governor's house at Montreal, and directed to me at Michillimackinac. I was alone with Dubisson and I turned to him. "Madame Bertheau is at Montreal?" He shrugged. "So I hear." "She has come to see her brother?" Now he grinned. "Ostensibly, monsieur." There was no need to hide my feeling from Dubisson, so I sat with my chin sunk low and thought it over. I was ill pleased.
It was agreed that Dubisson should bring her in for a short time. Yet when she did come in I could not look at her. Longuant had just finished speaking, and I had all my mind could handle to do him justice as I wished. He spoke as the moderate leader who desired that his people leave the hatchet unlifted if they could do so with safety.
That cut my last hope of news. I saw that Pemaou was still well bound, and I had him carried into a hut to await my orders. I went to Pierre's body. Singing Arrow still wailed beside it, and cried out that it should not be moved. I told her the soldiers would obey her orders, and carry it where she wished. But there was a fourth matter. I spoke to Dubisson, and my tongue was furry and cold.
Madame, so far as I know, has said nothing. But Starling has told us that yours was a marriage of form only, that the woman consented under stress, and now" "And now regretted it?" "I am only quoting Starling. Monsieur, would you like to see your wife?" I rose. "Yes. Will you send word and see if I may?" Dubisson bowed and left me with a speed that gave me a wry smile.
The contrast thrilled through me like a violin note. I heard my tongue use imagery that I did not know was in me. The woman waited till I was through, and I could feel that she was listening. Then she turned with Dubisson and they went out of the door. Longuant was the last of our garrison Indians to speak, and when he finished it remained to Cadillac to sum up the situation.
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