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Miladi was in her glory ordering it, and Savignon paid her some compliments that quite savored of old times in her native land. She was fond of admiration, and here there was but small allowance of it. He was to restore the young brave to his tribe, and Destournier was to accompany him. He saw that with trade open to rivals there must be some stations.
With Savignon she would be loved with a fierce passion, for the man's supreme joy; this man would love for the woman's joy. "Monsieur, I have studied the subject, and I think it is right. I pray you, do not disturb my resolve. It has been made after many prayers. If the good Father should change His mind but that is hardly to be thought of. Do not let us talk about it," and she rose.
Pani had been so much with women that he had lost many of the virile Indian traits. Yes, they would go, but Wanamee did not quite approve of the journey. No one could tell how deep a snow would set in. "But it will be only a six days' journey, and most of it through the forests. Savignon will be an excellent guide. And no one must speak of the great sorrow that awaits him here."
Destournier insisted upon walking at first, as he was freshened by his night's rest, comparatively free from anxiety. His broken leg was well bandaged, and he used two crutches. Rose noticed the thinness and pallor, and the general languid air, but she kept herself quite in the background. Savignon was really leader of the small party.
Yes, to-morrow they would know all. She did not want any supper and crept to bed, weeping out her fears in Wanamee's arms. They were all astir the next morning at daybreak. It was a little cloudy. The three days had been unusually fine. Savignon had been tracing this and that clew, and presently came upon a piece of wampum, with a curious Huron design at one end.
Perhaps they could take the strange, awesome journey together. Wanamee joined her. "Savignon has determined to go to the rescue of the men," she began, "but De Loie thinks it a crazy step. And we must stay and risk being made prisoners. What is the matter, ma fille? You are as white as the river foam in a storm." "I am tired," she made answer. "I slept poorly last night.
Frightful stories of torture she had heard rushed to her mind. Old Noko had witnessed them. So had some of the men at the fort. Death itself was not so hard, but to have burning sticks thrust into one's skin, to have fingers and toes cut off, piecemeal oh, she had saved him from that. Yes, she would marry Savignon, and then throw herself into the river, after she had kept her promise.
Hélène, in remembrance of his little betrothed. They pushed on beyond the rapids and here he met the Algonquins and restored their young brave to them, and was glad to find Etienne Brulé in good health and spirits. But Savignon bade him farewell ruefully, declaring life in Paris was much more agreeable, and spoiled one for the wilderness.
But many of the braves believe there are no women in the happy hunting grounds. One is swung this way and that," and Wanamee sighed. Rose's mind was torn and distracted by her promise. Now and then an awful shudder took her in a giant grasp, and she thought she would drop down and ask them to leave her. Savignon would stay behind, if she proposed that. What if he had not gone to the Hurons?
Among the Indians flocking in was Savignon, who had gone to France years before with Champlain, and who had been in demand as an interpreter. He had spent a year or two up at the strait, where there was quite a centre, and the priests had established a station, and gone further on to the company's outpost.
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