The Trail of the Sword Part 22
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At that moment Maurice Joval entered and whispered to the governor.
Frontenac rose.
"Madame," he said, "your husband has escaped." A cry broke from her.
"Escaped! escaped!"
She saw a strange look in the governor's eyes.
"But you have not told me all," she urged; "there is more. Oh, your excellency, speak!"
"Only this, madame: he may be retaken and--"
"And then? What then?" she cried.
"Upon what happens then," he as drily as regretfully added, "I shall have no power."
But to the quick searching prayer, the proud eloquence of the woman, the governor, bound though he was to secresy, could not be adamant.
"There is but one thing I can do for you," he said at last. "You know Father Dollier de Ca.s.son?"
To her a.s.sent, he added: "Then go to him. Ask no questions. If anything can be done, he may do it for you; that he will I do not know."
She could not solve the riddle, but she must work it out. There was the one great fact: her husband had escaped.
"You will do all you can do, your excellency?" she said.
"Indeed, madame, I have done all I can," he said. With impulse she caught his hand and kissed it. A minute afterwards she was gone with Maurice Joval, who had orders to bring her to the abbe's house--that, and no more.
The governor, left alone, looked at the hand that she had kissed and said: "Well, well, I am but a fool still. Yet--a woman in a million!" He took out his watch. "Too late," he added. "Poor lady!"
A few minutes afterwards Jessica met the abbe on his own doorstep.
Maurice Joval disappeared, and the priest and the woman were alone together. She told him what had just happened.
"There is some mystery," she said, pain in her voice. "Tell me, has my husband been retaken?"
"Madame, he has."
"Is he in danger?"
The priest hesitated, then presently inclined his head in a.s.sent.
"Once before I talked with you," she said, "and you spoke good things.
You are a priest of G.o.d. I know that you can help me, or Count Frontenac would not have sent me to you. Oh, will you take me to my husband?"
If Count Frontenac had had a struggle, here was a greater. First, the man was a priest in the days when the Huguenots were scattering to the four ends of the earth. The woman and her husband were heretics, and what better were they than thousands of others? Then, Sainte-Helene had been the soldier-priest's pupil. Last of all, there was Iberville, over whom this woman had cast a charm perilous to his soul's salvation. He loved Iberville as his own son. The priest in him decided against the woman; the soldier in him was with Iberville in this event--for a soldier's revenge was its mainspring. But beneath all was a kindly soul which intolerance could not warp, and this at last responded.
His first words gave her a touch of hope. "Madame," he said, "I know not that aught can be done, but come."
CHAPTER XXII
FROM TIGER'S CLAW TO LION'S MOUTH
Every nation has its traitors, and there was an English renegade soldier at Quebec. At Iberville's suggestion he was made one of the guards of the prison. It was he that, pretending to let Gering win his confidence, at last aided him to escape through the narrow corner-door of his cell.
Gering got free of the citadel--miraculously, as he thought; and, striking off from the road, began to make his way by a roundabout to the St. Charles River, where at some lonely spot he might find a boat. No alarm had been given, and as time pa.s.sed his chances seemed growing, when suddenly there sprang from the gra.s.s round him armed men, who closed in, and at the points of swords and rapiers seized him. Scarcely a word was spoken by his captors, and he did not know who they were, until, after a long detour, he was brought inside a manor-house, and there, in the light of flaring candles, faced Perrot and Iberville. It was Perrot who had seized him.
"Monsieur," said Perrot, saluting, "be sure this is a closer prison than that on the heights." This said, he wheeled and left the room.
The two gentlemen were left alone. Gering folded his arms and stood defiant.
"Monsieur," said Iberville, in a low voice, "we are fortunate to meet so at last."
"I do not understand you," was the reply.
"Then let me speak of that which was unfortunate. Once you called me a fool and a liar. We fought and were interrupted. We met again, with the same ending, and I was wounded by the man Bucklaw. Before the wound was healed I had to leave for Quebec. Years pa.s.sed, you know well how. We met in the Spaniards' country, where you killed my servant; and again at Fort Rupert, you remember. At the fort you surrendered before we had a chance to fight. Again, we were on the hunt for treasure. You got it; and almost in your own harbour I found you, and fought you and a greater s.h.i.+p with you, and ran you down. As your s.h.i.+p sank you sprang from it to my own s.h.i.+p--a splendid leap. Then you were my guest, and we could not fight; all--all unfortunate."
He paused. Gering was cool; he saw Iberville's purpose, and he was ready to respond to it.
"And then?" asked Gering. "Your charge is long--is it finished?"
A hard light came into Iberville's eyes.
"And then, monsieur, you did me the honour to come to my own country.
We did not meet in the fighting, and you killed my brother." Iberville crossed himself. "Then"--his voice was hard and bitter--"you were captured; no longer a prisoner of war, but one who had broken his parole. You were thrown into prison, were tried and condemned to death.
There remained two things: that you should be left to hang, or an escape--that we should meet here and now."
"You chose the better way, monsieur."
"I treat you with consideration, I hope, monsieur." Gering waved his hand in acknowledgment, and said: "What weapons do you choose?"
Iberville quietly laid on the table a number of swords. "If I should survive this duel, monsieur," questioned Gering, "shall I be free?"
"Monsieur, escape will be unnecessary."
"Before we engage, let me say that I regret your brother's death."
"Monsieur, I hope to deepen that regret," answered Iberville quietly.
Then they took up their swords.
CHAPTER XXIII
AT THE GATES OF MISFORTUNE
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