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Florent. There was a sturdy farmer there of the better sort a man who not only held a farm near the town, but had a small shop within it, for the sale of seeds and tools for planting his name was Foret and it was said that no man in St. Florent was more anxious for the restoration of the King.
From Saint Florent came the news that, early in the morning, a party of Republican soldiers had endeavoured to arrest Foret, who led the rising on the previous day; but that he had obtained word of their approach and, setting the church bells ringing, had collected a force and had beaten back those who came in search of him.
Leicester almost laughed outright in the young man's face now, for he had no thought that De la Foret would accept, and refusal meant the exile's doom. It seemed fantastic that this noble gentleman, this very type of the perfect soldier, with the brown face of a picaroon and an athletic valour of body, should become a preacher even in necessity.
All that he desired was to be quiet for a space somewhere in "her high Majesty's good realm," till his way was clear to him. "You would return to Jersey, then, with our friend of Rozel?" Elizabeth said, with a gesture towards Lempriere, who, now recovered from his wound, was present at the audience. De la Foret inclined his head. "If it be your high Majesty's pleasure."
God knows why two Queens make such a pother over a fellow with naught but a sword and a lass to love him though, come to think, 'a man's a man if he have but a hose on his head, as the proverb runs." De la Foret smiled, then looked grave, as he caught sight of Angele's face. "'Tis arrest, then?" he asked. "'Tis come willy nilly," answered the Seigneur.
Listen, and look at me in the eyes I speak the truth, you read my heart. You think I hated you and hated De la Foret. By all the gods, it's true I hated him, because I saw that he would come between me and the Queen. A man must have one great passion. Life itself must be a passion. Power was my passion power, not the Queen. You have broken all that down.
La Motte-Cadillac commanded at Michillimackinac, Courtemanche was stationed at Fort Miamis, and Tonty and La Foret at the fortified rock of St. Louis on the Illinois; while Nicolas Perrot roamed among the tribes of the Mississippi, striving at the risk of his life to keep them at peace with each other, and in alliance with the French.
"Is it innocent to be here at night, my palace gates shut, with your lover-alone?" Leicester laughed at the words. "Your Majesty, oh, your gracious Majesty, hear me. We were not alone not alone " There was a rustle of curtains, a heavy footstep, and Lempriere of Rozel staggered into the room. De la Foret ran to help him, and throwing an arm around him, almost carried him towards the couch.
"Your arm, De la Foret," he grunted. "I'll get me to the bed in yonder room 'tis easier than this couch." "Two hours ago you could not bear the bed, and must get you to the couch and now! Seigneur, do you know the weight you are?" he added, laughing, as he stooped, and helping Lempriere gently to his feet, raised him slowly in his arms and went heavily with him to the bedroom.
"To get the wind behind us," he explained, "we shall cross well to the south of Péronne. Next, we go to Boislens. After that we pass by Nimporte, over the Forêt de Charbon to Siègecourt; then up to Le Recul and back by Princebourg, St. Guillaume, and Toutprès.
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