What the Ship Henri IV Brings to Quebec

Very slowly and with infinite pains the marquis climbed from the boat
to the wharf. It was evident to Breton that the long voyage at sea had
sapped his vitality and undermined his vigor. He was still erect, but,
ah! how lean and frail! But his eye was still the eye of the proud
eagle, and it swept the crowd, searching for a familiar face. Breton
dared not make himself known because of that eye. An officer who had
formerly resided in Rochelle recognized the marquis instantly, and he
pressed forward.

"Monsieur le Marquis in Quebec?" he cried.

"You are of the fort?" replied the marquis. His voice was thin and
high, like that of old men whose blood is turning to water.

"Yes, Monsieur," answered the officer.

"Will you lead me to his Excellency the governor? I have letters to
present from her Majesty the queen."

"Follow me, Monsieur;" and the officer conducted the marquis through
the crowd, politely but firmly brushing aside those who blocked his
path. He found the governor quickly. "Your Excellency, the Marquis de
Périgny wishes to present to you letters from her august Majesty."

"Monsieur le Marquis here?" exclaimed the governor. He embraced the
old nobleman, whom he held in genuine regard.

"So your Excellency remembers me?" said the marquis, pleased.

"One does not forget a man such as you are, Monsieur. And I see you
here in Quebec? What twist of fortune brings you to my household?"

"I have come in search of a prodigal son, Monsieur," smiling. "Know
you one who calls himself the Chevalier du Cévennes?"