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Updated: June 19, 2025
Stroke Laforce had given himself up, had himself ridden to Winnipeg, a thousand miles, and told his story. Then the sergeant's stripes had been stripped from his arm, he had been tried, and on his own statement had got twelve years' imprisonment. Ten years had passed since then since Marcey was put away in his grave, since Pierre left Fort Ste.
"The door is open," she answered quickly and with a quiet joy. He turned to the motion of her hand, and saw Laforce asleep on a couch. Soon afterwards, as he passed from the house, he turned towards the window. The broken shutter was gone. He knew now the meaning of the bonfire the night before. "Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!"
They needed few explanations their minds were moving with the same thought. "I would not have it changed, and of course no one cared to touch it. So it has hung there." "As I placed it ten years ago," he said. They both became silent for a time, and at last he said: "Marcey had no one, Sergeant Laforce a mother." "It killed his mother," she whispered, looking into the white sunlight.
Years had passed since Pierre had visited the Fort, and he was now on his way to it again, after many wanderings. The house had stood here in the old days, and he remembered it very well, for against it John Marcey, the Company's man, was shot by Stroke Laforce, of the Riders of the Plains.
Pierre Laforce, Pierre Papineau, of Chambly, and François Corbeille, of Isle Jésus, to keep him company, on charges of treasonable practices, concerning which there was not, and never had been, even the shadow of proof, on charges which the government did not attempt even to prove, and on charges which were withdrawn without the accused having ever been confronted with their accusers.
Simon, the Duc de Guiche, captain of the guards; the Duc Noailles, president of the council of finance; the Duc d'Antin, superintendent of ships; the Marshal d'Uxelles, president of the council of foreign affairs; the Archbishop of Troyes; the Marquis de Lavrilliere; the Marquis d'Efflat; the Duc de Laforce; the Marquis de Torcy; and the Marshals de Villeroy, d'Estrées, de Villars, and de Bezons.
To get used to a thought, to have it so near her, that if the man if Laforce himself came, she would have herself schooled to endure the shadow and the misery of it all? Ah, that was it!
Was Laforce free now, and was she unwilling? It was so strange that she should thus have carried on her childhood into her womanhood. But he guessed her she had imagination. "His mother died in my arms in Winnipeg," she said abruptly at last. "I'm glad I was some comfort to her.
She had probably felt sorrow for Laforce at first, and afterwards had shown active sympathy, and at last no, he felt that she had not quite forgiven him, that, whatever was, she had not hidden the criminal in her heart. But why did she sing that song? Her heart was pleading for him for the criminal. Had she and her mother gone to Winnipeg to be near Laforce, to comfort him?
She was noting how it was flashed from the bark of the birch-trees near the Fort. "His mother died," she added again, quietly. "It killed her the gaol for him!" "An eye for an eye," he responded. "Do you think that evens John Marcey's death?" she sighed. "As far as Marcey's concerned," he answered. "Laforce has his own reckoning besides." "It was not a murder," she urged.
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