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"Monsieur, I think that not even you can know half what I do of my husband's strength and power." Her words were knives. I would have drawn her away, but Cadillac was before me. "Wait, Montlivet, wait! This is my time. I have more to say. Then, madame, to the point. These chiefs that you see are leaving. They would have been gone now if you had not come.
With hate in my throat I tried to speak justly. "He has an intelligent mind, but a coward's spirit. I think the two elements war in him ceaselessly. I would not trust him, monsieur. Is he on friendly terms with Pemaou now?" "I do not know." "I wish you would find out for me. You have agents." "Madame de Montlivet could tell you." I felt Cadillac's eyes.
"But they are departing!" I looked at Cadillac. "And why not?" He drew his sword. "Montlivet, have you turned priest or coward? Do you dare to try and tell me that war is wrong?" I looked at him, and left my own sword untouched. "I do not know what I believe. I am going back in the woods. Perhaps I shall learn. But now we have done all that we set out to do. We have destroyed the Seneca war party.
But Cadillac's fingers were soon drumming. "It was odd that they did not demand the English prisoners," he said. I felt placid enough as regarded that point. "They did not dare. When do the Senecas leave?" "To-morrow morning. Oh, Montlivet, it grinds me to let them go!" I shrugged at his choler. "We will follow," I comforted. "We will overtake them at La Baye." "But suppose they leave La Baye.
I moved the candles that I might see his face without the play of light and shadow between. "Monsieur, you forget. The story that you speak of is mine. If I wish to refer it to the Vatican, I, myself, take it there. As to Madame de Montlivet, she may wish to go east with her cousin; she may wish to remain here. The decision will rest with her. Monsieur?" "Yes, monsieur."
I should not have said that the way to win a man's heart was to bind him like a Christmas fowl and then leave him with his back on the sand. The priest's cry had waked the garrison, and the officers came running. Cadillac, stout as he was, was in the lead. I knew, from the press of his arms about me, that he had thought me dead. "Is Madame de Montlivet safe? Are the Senecas here?"
I cannot do wholesale murder to save one life, even if it is my wife whose life is to be forfeit. We must go on." Cadillac put out his hand and caught my shoulder. I had reeled against him as I spoke. He removed his hat. "I await your plans, Monsieur de Montlivet. My troops are ready." When I found Onanguissé he examined me from under drooping lids.
"I shall not question Madame de Montlivet about her cousin." Perhaps my tone was weary. It is hard to hold up a shield night and day. I was conscious that Cadillac's look altered. He withdrew his glance; he pushed a hand toward me. "It is a shame, Montlivet." "Shall we let it go without discussion, monsieur?" "No. Montlivet, you are more a fool than any man I ever knew.
I have nothing more to tell you, monsieur." I let the moments slip. The east was brightening, and in an hour it would be dawn. I knew we needed rest. I rose, and, standing behind the woman, bent over her. "Mademoiselle Starling," I whispered, "tomorrow, at this time, you will be Madame Montlivet."
I offered rewards for news of any one man or woman who looked like the face that I had drawn." I put out my hand. "I hope that I have wronged you, monsieur." He bowed and touched my fingers. His own were icy, yet he shivered at the chill of mine. "Pemaou would not dare harm the woman. Monsieur de Montlivet, you know Indians. Surely Pemaou would not dare?" I gripped my knife. "No man knows Indians!
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