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For minutes they knelt there, the silence clothing them about, the body of the unconscious girl between them. A lost memory was feeling blindly its way home again. By and by, out of an infinite past, something struggled to the old woman's eyes, and Parpon's heart almost burst in his anxiety. At length her look steadied. Memory, recognition, showed in her face.
"I carry home the harness of a soul." "Is it worth carrying home?" "The eyes grow sick at sight of the old harness in the way." The watching figure, hearing, pitied. It was Valmond. Excited by Parpon's last words at the hotel, he had followed, and was keen to chase this strange journeying to the end, though suffering from the wound in his head, and shaken by the awful accident of the evening.
He wears a ribbon on his breast, M'sieu' le Cure!" This was true. Fastened by a gold bar to the stranger's breast was the ribbon of an order. The Cure smiled at Parpon's words, and looked curiously and gravely at the stranger. Tall Medallion the auctioneer took a glass of the wine, and, lifting it, said: "Who shall I drink to, Parpon, my dear? What is he?"
There she brooded till she heard the voice of her mother calling across the meadow; then she got up with a sigh, and softly repeated Parpon's words: "He is a great man!" In the middle of that night she started up from a sound sleep, and, with a little cry, whispered into the silence: "Napoleon Napoleon!" She was thinking of Valmond. A revelation had come to her out of her dreams.
A flush and then a peculiar soft light passed over the Cure's face, and he raised his hand over Parpon's head in benediction and said: "Go, my son, and the blessing of God and of His dear Son be with you." Then suddenly he turned to the altar, and, raising his hands, he tried to speak, but only said: "O Lord, Thou knowest our pride and our vanity, hear us, and "
The children had been well rehearsed, for even as Valmond arrived upon the scene, Lagroin and Parpon on either side of him, the mock Valmond was bidding the drummer: "Play up the feet of the army!" The crowd parted on either side, silenced and awed by the look of potential purpose in the face of this yesterday's hero. The old sergeant's glance was full of fury, Parpon's of a devilish sort of glee.
"And Monsieur Valmond," said the charcoalman slyly. "And Monsieur the Emperor!" cried Lagroin almost savagely. He caught Parpon's eye, and instantly his hand went to his pocket. "Ah, he is a comrade, that! Nothing is too good for his friends, for his soldiers. See!" he added. He took from his pocket ten gold pieces.
"What's a few pounds of meal to the wife of Farette? I will get it for you. Come in, Annette." She turned towards the door, then stopped all at once. There was the oatmeal which she had thrown at Parpon, the basin, and the poker. She wished she had not asked Annette in. But in some things she had a quick wit, and she hurried to say: "It was that yellow cat of Parpon's.
This was a custom set in memory of the old days when fires flashed intelligence, after a fixed code, across the great rivers and lakes, and from hill to hill. Far up against Dalgrothe Mountain appeared a sumptuous star, mystical and red. Valmond saw it from his window, and knew it to be Parpon's watchfire, by the grave of his brother Gabriel.
At the words, "Vive Napoleon!" a hand touched him on the shoulder. He turned and saw the stranger looking at him intently, his eyes alight. "Sing it," he said softly, yet with an air of command. Parpon hesitated, shrank back. "Sing it," he insisted, and the request was taken up by others, till Parpon's face flushed with a sort of pleasurable defiance.
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