Young
Lennox himself seemed to have forgotten the serious business that would
be on hand in the morning. His heart again beat a response to Quebec
which in the dusk was magnificent and glorified. The stone buildings
rose to the size of castles, the great river showed like silver through
the darkness and on the far shore a single light burned.
A figure appeared before them. It was de Galisonniere, his ruddy face
anxious.
"I was hoping that we might meet you," said Robert.
"What's this I hear about a quarrel between you and de Mezy and a duel
in the morning?"
"You hear the truth."
"But de Mezy, though he is no friend of mine, is a swordsman, and has
had plenty of experience. You English, or at least you English in your
colonies, know nothing about the sword, except to wear it as a
decoration!"
Robert laughed.
"I appreciate your anxiety for me," he said. "It's the feeling of a
friend, but don't worry. A few of us in the English colonies do know the
use of the sword, and at the very head of them I should place David
Willet, whom you know and who is with us.
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