arrived from Montreal the evening before, and climbed Mountain Street on
his way to the chateau. Women and children pressed round him, blessing
him; priests, as he passed, lifted hands in benediction; men cheered and
cried for joy; in every house there was thanksgiving that the imperious
old veteran had come in time.

Prevost the town mayor, Champigny the Intendant, Sainte-Helene,
Maricourt, and Longueil, had worked with the skill of soldiers who knew
their duty, and it was incredible what had been done since the alarm had
come to Prevost that Phips had entered the St. Lawrence and was anchored
at Tadousac.

"And how came you to be here, Iberville?" queried the governor
pleasantly. "We scarce expected you."

"The promptings of the saints and the happy kindness of King Louis, who
will send my ship here after me. I boarded the first merchantman with
its nose to the sea, and landed here soon after you left for Montreal."

"So? Good! See you, see you, Iberville: what of the lady Puritan's
marriage with the fire-eating Englishman?"

The governor smiled as he spoke, not looking at Iberville. His glance
was upon the batteries in lower town. He had inquired carelessly, for he
did not think the question serious at this distance of time. Getting no
answer, he turned smartly upon Iberville, surprised, and he was struck by
the sudden hardness in the sun-browned face and the flashing eyes. Years
had deepened the power of face and form.

"Your excellency will remember," he answered, in a low, cold tone, "that