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Updated: May 31, 2025
We are honest men in Sercq, and you you French scum, you don't know what honour means." And Torode was forced to go with the unpayable debt about his neck, and the certain knowledge that all Sercq thought with his angry creditor and ill of himself. And to such a man that was bitterness itself.
For myself, in Sercq my absence was accounted for by the necessity for my being in Guernsey, while in Guernsey an exaggerated account of the wound I had received on the Coupée offered excuse for my retirement; and so the matter passed without undue comment.
I suppose I could fill a great book with my recollections of those wonderful days when I was a boy of twelve and Carette Le Marchant was a girl of ten, and far and away the prettiest girl in Sercq, or in Guernsey or Jersey either, for that matter, I'll wager. And at that time I would have fought on the spot any boy not too visibly beyond me who dared to hold any other opinion.
He and Krok gave me all they had to give; and, without vainglory, but simply as grateful testimony to their goodness, I think that at two-and-twenty I knew as much as any of my age in Sercq, and more than most. I knew too that there were things I did not know, and did not care to know, and for that, and all the higher things, I have to thank my dear mother and my grandfather.
He shook his head, however. "Not, eh? Well, you know the neighbourhood anyway. Take me to the Boutiques." "The Boutiques?" cried Carette. "Ah! The Boutiques. You know where the Boutiques are, I can see." They both knew the Boutiques. It would be a very small child on Sercq who did not know that much.
He listened in a cold black fury, but fell soon into a slough of despond. His life was over, but he was not dead. For him, as for the rest of us, death would, I think, have been more merciful and yet, I would not have had him die at my hands. And so I left the two dumb men on the Ecréhous and returned to Sercq, and of my welcome there I need not tell.
Martel was strong and active, it was true, but there he was a drinker, and a Frenchman at that, and drink doesn't run to wind, and a Frenchman doesn't run to fists. Very well say twenty minutes then, and if he George Hamon did not make Monsieur Martel regret ever having come to Sercq, he would deserve all he got and would take it without a murmur.
It was much thinking of Carette and her ever-growing beauty and accomplishments which brought me to that. Truly there was no girl in all Sercq like her, nor on Guernsey I would wager, and her father and brothers also were very different from the other Island men. As likely as not they were French, come over to escape the troubles.
Both cleft and passage were made, I think, like the clefts and caves on Sercq, by the decay of a softer vein of rock in the harder granite, so leaving, in course of time, a straight cleavage, which among the higher rocks formed the chamber, and on the lower slope formed the passage up to it.
If we could get across to Sercq before Torode could lay us by the heels, we would be safe among our own folks, and, unless I was very much mistaken, he would no more than visit Herm and away before I could raise Peter Port against him. Neither of us had travelled that land before, but we knew the direction we had to take, and the stars kept us to our course.
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