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Presently Iberville's chance came. In the carelessness of annoyance, Gering left part of his sword arm uncovered, while he was meditating a complex attack, and he paid the penalty by getting a sharp prick from Iberville's sword-point. The warning came to Gering in time.
"Yet you have spoken." He sighed and raised his hand. "The man the men down there would destroy our country. They are our enemies, and we do well to slay. But remember, Pierre 'What God hath joined let no man put asunder! To fight him as an enemy of your country well; to fight him that you may put asunder is not well." A look, half-pained, half-amused, crossed Iberville's face.
If we can't be loyal to our first loves, why to anything?" "Even so, Pierre; but few at your age arrive at that. Most people learn it when they have bartered away every dream. It is enough to have a few honest emotions very few and stand by them till all be done." "Even hating?" Iberville's eyes were eager. "There is such a thing as a noble hate."
Gering picked up the sword, found the belt and sheath, and stepped to the doorway with his wife. Here he paused as if he would speak to Iberville: he was ready now for final peace. But Iberville's eyes looked resolutely away, and Gering sighed and passed into the hallway. Now the wife stood beside Iberville. She looked at him steadily, but at first he would not meet her eye.
"A fool's lie," retorted Gering, in a low, angry voice, and spilled his wine. At that Iberville's heart thumped in his throat with anger, and the roof of his mouth became dry; never in his life had he been called a liar. The first time that insult strikes a youth of spirit he goes a little mad. But he was very quiet an ominous sort of quietness, even in a boy.
He was not understood, but he had pointed to the white standard of France flaring with the golden lilies; and perhaps the drawn swords and the martial manner of the little band who had donned gay trappings, it being Iberville's birthday conveyed in some way his meaning. The bows of the strangers stayed drawn, awaiting word from the leader.
Though it was late spring, the night was cold, and all were wet, hungry, and chilled. Iberville's first glance at the bay and the fort brought disappointment. No vessel lay in the harbour, therefore it was probable Gering was not there. But there were other forts, and this one must be taken meanwhile. The plans were quickly made.
Among these appeared Gering and the governor, who thrust themselves forward with drawn swords and pistols. The first two men who appeared above the hatchway were promptly despatched, and Iberville's sword was falling upon Gering, whom he did not recognise, when De Casson's hand diverted the blow. It caught the shoulder of a man at Gering's side. "'Tis Monsieur Gering!" said the priest.
By this time the dinner was drawing to its close and now a singular thing happened. As Jessica, with demure amusement, listened to the talk that followed Iberville's sally, she chanced to lift her eyes to a window. She started, changed colour, and gave a little cry. The governor's hand covered hers at once as he followed her look. It was a summer's night and the curtained windows were partly open.
"Why did we spare you?" he repeated, and paused. Gering could understand Iberville's quiet, vicious anger. He would rather have lost a hand than have killed Sainte-Helene, who had, on board the Maid of Provence, treated him with great courtesy. He only shook his head now. "Well, I will tell you," said Iberville. "We have spared you to try you for a spy. And after after!
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