"Tetrik believes that the peace and prosperity of Gaul require that the soldiers be induced to proclaim my son's son the heir of his father's office. Tetrik believes he can count upon the consent of Emperor Galien." "Tetrik must, then, anticipate the speedy death of Victorin," I answered looking fixedly at the governor. He, however, whose eyes were rarely met, seeing he kept them habitually lowered, answered: "The Franks are on the other side of the Rhine--and Victorin is of temerarious bravery. My ardent wish is that he may live many more years; but death has no respect even for the most valuable life. It is my opinion that Gaul would find a pledge of security for the future if it knew that after Victorin the power would remain with the son of him whom the army acclaimed its chief, especially seeing that the child would have for his instructress Victoria, the Mother of the Camps." "But in case Victoria were to die, who tells me, Tetrik, that you would not have yourself appointed the child's tutor, exercise the power in his name, and in that manner arrive at the government of Gaul?" "Are you speaking seriously, Schanvoch?" Tetrik replied. "Ask Victoria whether she needs my help in order to render her grandson worthy of her and of the country? Do you imagine she is one of those weak women who feel forced to share a glorious task with others? Is not the idolatry that the soldiers entertain for her a sufficient guarantee that, in the event of Victorin's premature death, she could preserve alone the wardship of her grandson and govern in his name?" Victoria shook her head thoughtfully and sadly, and said: "I do not like your project of transmitting the office by inheritance, Tetrik. What! Shall a child, still in his cradle, be designated to the soldiers for their choice! Who knows what may become of this child?" "Has he not you for his teacher?" asked Tetrik. "Have I not been the teacher and instructress of Victorin also?" the Mother of the Camps answered sadly. "And yet, despite all my vigilant cares, my son has defects that serve as the basis for frightful calumnies. But of these, I sincerely assure you, Tetrik, I hold you guiltless; and I now hope that my brother Schanvoch will join me in doing justice to your loyalty." "I said so before, I repeat it now--I suspect this man!" I answered Victoria. She replied with impatience: "And I said so before and repeat it now--you are a head of iron, a genuine Breton head, rebellious to all reason, the moment a notion takes root in your brain." Instinctively convinced of Tetrik's perfidy, but having no more proofs against him, I said nothing more. But Tetrik resumed with a smile, and without betraying the slightest perturbation: