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So he slipped away with Krok in the dark, and they were to swim out to a boat off Les Lâches and make their way by Jersey. Now, if you have eaten, we will get out to the light." "Dieu merci!" said Carette heartfully. "And what about him?" I asked, nodding towards the wounded man. "He must wait. Can he eat?" "I have dropped brandy down his throat two or three times, and he seems to swallow it."
One time, coming upon him unawares, I saw his lips moving as though he were attempting speech to himself, but as soon as he saw me he set himself once more to his grim silence, and the look in his eyes reminded me somehow of Krok. On the seventh day, when the doctor asked his usual question, and I as usual replied, he said gravely, "'Cré nom-de-Dieu, I doubt if he will ever speak again.
Libuša was one of three sisters, daughters of Krok, Prince of Bohemia, or at least some part of it, for frontiers in those very early days were even more elastic than those drawn by International Commissions. Anyway, there was Krok lording it over as much of Bohemia as he could control, from his fastness of Vyšehrad.
At Belfontaine there was little fear of oversight or overhearing, for it lay somewhat apart, and since his daughter's marriage Philip Carré had lived there all alone with his dumb man Krok, who assisted him with the farm and the fishing, and their visitors were few and far between. Now that jumping small boy was myself, and Rachel Carré was my mother, and Philip Carré was my grandfather.
I had a better education, in the truest sense of the word, than most of my fellows, thanks to my mother and grandfather and Krok and M. Rousselot, the schoolmaster. That gave me the use of my brains. I had in addition a good sound body, and I had travelled and seen something of the world.
Some long-headed busybody might stumble on our secret and undo us. My mind had been seeking a more solitary place, and, ranging to and fro, had lighted on the Ecréhou rocks, which I had visited once with my grandfather and Krok and had never forgotten. "Do you know who this is, Krok?" I asked, and he raised his puzzled face and fixed his deep-set eyes on mine.
"Paul?" and her hand went quickly to her heart, as though to still a sudden stab of pain, and for the moment her face whitened and then dyed red again. Krok had eyed Uncle George keenly from the moment he entered. Now he did a strange thing. He got up quietly and took down a lantern and went to the fire to light it. Perhaps it had been an understood thing between them. I do not know.
My mother looked at Krok and then at Uncle George, and my grandfather stood up. "Yes," said Uncle George with a grave nod. "I have got him here in my boat in Port du Moulin, for I knew you could not credit it unless you saw him yourself." "But how ?" she faltered. "He was among Torode's crew he was wounded. I recognised him, and we got him away lest well, you understand?
I can see the boy creeping slowly along the south side of Brecqhou in a boat which was big enough to make him look very small. It was the smaller of the two boats belonging to the farm, but it was heavily laden with vraic. There had been two days of storm, the port at Brecqhou was full of the floating seaweed, and the fields at Belfontaine hungered for it. Philip Carré and Krok and the small boy had been busy with it since the early morning, and many boat-loads had been carried to Port
But Brecqhou always cut the view on one side or the other, whereas now, for the first time, I saw the whole western side of the Island at a glance, and, boy as I was, it impressed me deeply and made me swell with pride. For, you see, thanks to my grandfather and my mother and Krok, my eyes were opening, even then, to the wonders and beauties among which I lived.
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