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My tent was pitched on a high knoll, and the scene outspread beneath was one of marvelous beauty. Even the austere père was moved to admiration, as he pointed here and there, and conversed with me in his soft voice. Cassion kept to the men along the bank below, while Chevet lay motionless beside a fire, smoking steadily.
Chevet grasped my arm, and in the glare of the fire I could see his excitement pictured in his face. "Who? That lad? You were in hiding there together? And did he realize what was said?" "That I do not know," I answered, "for we have exchanged no word since. When my presence was discovered, De Artigny escaped unseen through the open window.
To my mind the methods of Chevet would be most likely to bring result." "But not to mine, Monsieur," I interrupted earnestly. "The man is not so cold-blooded as you imagine. Arrogant he is, and conceited, deeming himself admired, and envied by all, especially my sex. He has even dared boast to me of his victims. But therein lies his very weakness; I would make him love me."
The fellow, one of the soldiers whose face I did not recall, halted in the open door, gasping for breath, his eyes roving about the room. "He is dead the big man," he stammered. "He is there by the woods." "The big man dead!" Cassion drew back, as though struck a blow. "What big man? Who do you mean?" "The one in the second canoe, Monsieur; the one who roared." "Chevet? Hugo Chevet?
"And who is this with whom you converse so privately, Adele?" he questioned brusquely, "a young popinjay new to these parts I venture." De Artigny stepped between us, smiling in good humor. "My call was upon you, Monsieur Chevet, and not the young lady," he said quietly enough, yet with a tone to the voice.
Its situation, on the side of a steep slope, produces a curious effect, first, with respect to the choir chevet, which is thus shown as rather gaunt and bare in its lower elongated stages, though undeniably a fine work in itself; secondly, in the general interior view where, from the western entrance, one comes upon the nave pavement a dozen or more steps below the portal, and again meets with the same effect further on at the transept crossing.
In faith, 'tis time already you were off. You agree to accompany the party without resistance, Madame?" "As well there, as here," I answered contemptuously. "And you, Hugo Chevet?" The giant growled something inarticulate through his beard, not altogether, I thought, to La Barre's liking, for his face darkened. "By St. Anne!
So much had been said of St. Ignace, and so long had the name been familiar throughout New France, that my first view of the place brought me bitter disappointment. The faces of the others in our party pictured the same disillusion. Hugo Chevet had been in these parts before on fur-trading expeditions, and 'twas probable that De Artigny had stopped there on one of his voyages with La Salle.
Giraldus Cambrensis says, "Item, he restored the chevet of his own church with Parian stones and marble columns in wonderful workmanship, and reared the whole anew from the foundation with most costly work. Similarly, too, he began to construct the remarkable bishop's houses, and, by God's help, proposed, in certain hope, to finish them far larger and nobler than the former ones."
I do not think Chevet trusts him, either, but he has some hold, and compels him to sell me as though I was a slave in the market. I am to be made to marry him. I pray you let me see this Sieur de Artigny that I may tell him all, and beseech his aid." "But why De Artigny, my girl? What is the boy to you?" "Nothing absolutely nothing," I confessed frankly.
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