The Plowshare and the Sword: A Tale of Old QuebecTrevena, John
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The Plowshare and the Sword: A Tale of Old Quebec
Trevena, John
Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France) -- Fiction
At noon the ship came to the landing-stage. During the excitement
which accompanied and followed her arrival even the governor became
forgotten. A cadaverous priest was the first to step ashore, casting
around him glances of intolerable pride. Others were quick to follow,
and soon it became noised abroad that Roussilac was to be recalled and
that Pope Urbano had need of La Salle the priest. Even such momentous
matters were put aside by the settlers in their anxiety to hear tidings
of home and friends.
In the meantime the pale-faced priest had set forth for the governor's
abode, muttering imprecations upon the bitter country in which it had
become his evil lot to settle.
"His Excellency?" he inquired shortly at the door; and the seneschal,
awed by his morose manner, merely made a reverence and pointed as he
said: "He lies within, Holiness."
More he would have said, but the nuncio passed on quickly and entered
the room, holding forth a missive tied with scarlet thread, calling in
a jealous voice:
"Your Excellency! A letter from Rome. A call for your return."
La Salle was lying along the bed. The messenger came nearer.
"Awake, your Excellency! His Holiness Pope Urbano sends to you----"
There the strange priest stopped at beholding a broken crucifix beneath
the sleeper's right hand; and a sneering smile curved his lips, and he
shrugged his thin shoulders, as he callously observed:
"Methinks his Holiness has sent in vain."
CHAPTER XXXVI.
SETTLEMENT.
It has now been shown how the golden lilies prospered in the north, and
how the red lion, who should in time tear those gay lilies down, was
laughed at and despised. The paths of ambition, of treachery, of
vengeance, have brought direct to the same terminus, where that "fell
sergeant death" stood forth to cry "Halt" to soldier and to priest.
The name of La Salle has ever been held in honour, but chiefly to
memorise Robert the explorer, not the ambitious priest his uncle. The
name of Iden is still revered by Kentish folk; but that respect is won,
not by Sir Thomas, who--if the tradition in his family be true--married
an Indian wife and flung away his life to avenge his son, but to Sir
Alexander, who slew the rebel Cade in a Sussex orchard. The name of
Onawa is held in memory by none, though for many generations the wood
wherein she died of the poisoned draught administered by her sister was
shunned by the Iroquois, because there sounded amid the pines at night
the howling of a werewolf.
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