I hope you do not hold me responsible for any attacks he may have
made upon you, Mr. Lennox."
"Not at all, Monsieur, but as you see, we have survived everything and
have taken no hurt. Quebec also, a great and splendid city, was not
without stirring event, not to say danger."
"But not to heralds, for such I take you and Mr. Willet and Tayoga to
have been."
"A certain Pierre Boucher, a great duelist, and if you will pardon me
for saying it, a ruthless bravo, also was disposed to make trouble for
us."
"I know Boucher. He is what you say. But since you are here safe and
unhurt, as you have just reminded me, you escaped all the snares he set
for you."
"True, Monsieur de St. Luc, but we have the word that the fowler may
fall into his own snare."
"Your meaning escapes me."
"Boucher, the duelist and bravo, will never make trouble for anybody
else."
"You imply that he is dead? Boucher dead! How did he die?"
"A man may be a great swordsman, and he may defeat many others, but the
time usually comes when he will meet a better swordsman than himself.
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