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It was a bit of a natural rock passage, such as I had often seen on Sercq, formed, I have been told, by the decay of some softer material between two masses of rock. It was about eight feet wide, and the roof, some twenty feet above my head, was formed by the falling together of the sides which sloped and narrowed somewhat at the entrance.
The clouds were rimmed with golden fire, and wherever an opening was, the golden glory streamed through and lit the darkening waters between, and set our bold Sercq headlands all aflame. And up above, the little wind-drawn clouds were rosy red, and right back into the east the sky was flushed with colour.
Why, of all our crew, I live, I do not know." "It is the strongest proof we have that what you tell me is untrue." "And yet I tell it at risk of more than my life, monsieur. Torode's last words to me were that if I opened my mouth he would smite my kin in Sercq till not one was left."
His six stalwart sons had been too busy contributing to that prosperity to acquire any great book-learning. They were all excellent sailors, bold free-traders, and somewhat overbearing to their fellows. It was only slowly that the idea came to me that the blood that was in them might be of a different shade and kind from that which flowed so temperately in our cool Sercq veins.
But tell me how were they all in Sercq the last you heard my mother and grandfather and Carette? And how long is it since?" "A month all well, far as I know. But we " with a gloomy shake of the head "we are wiped out." "Your father and brothers?" "All in same boat wiped out." I would have liked to question him further, but the talking was evidently trying to him, and I had to wait.
Now, my friends, to the Head and watch them, and let every man do his duty by Sercq this night!" And they moved off in a body to Moie de Mouton, while Carette and I went on into Beaumanoir, she to join Aunt Jeanne, I to find a weapon, which I was doubtful of finding at home. "Must I go underground again, Phil?" asked Carette. "I would far sooner stop here and take the risk, if there is any."
Wait you one minute;" and very soon the door opened, and he dragged me in, gripping my hand as if it were a rudder in a gale, so that it ached for an hour after. "And you're all safe and sound, mon gars? "As safe and sound as Sercq, Uncle George. Can you let me have Black Boy?" "Pergui! But it's a happy woman your mother will be this night. She never would give you up, Phil. It's just wonderful "
Master Claude Gray was a man of parts, well read, an Englishman, and it was doubtless from him that my grandfather drew some of that love of books which distinguished him above any man I ever knew on Sercq, not excepting even the Seigneur, or the Sénéchal, or the Schoolmaster, or the Parson.
"So!" said one. "That's the end of Monsieur Martel." "Nom de Gyu! We'll hope so," said the other. "But I'd sooner seen him dead and buried." "'Crais b'en!" said the other with a knowing nod. For all the world knew that if Paul Martel had never come to Sercq, Rachel Carré might have become Mistress Hamon instead of Madame Martel and very much better for her if she had.
And now, though I was bigger and stronger than ever, she had, in some ways, gone beyond me. She was, in fact, seeing the world, such as it was in Guernsey in those days, and it made me feel more than ever how small a place Sercq was, and more than ever determined to see the world also.
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