Valmond got from his horse, and waited for them. He looked weary, and
there were dark circles round his eyes, as though he had had an illness;
but he stood erect and quiet. His uniform was that of a general of the
Empire. It was rather dingy, yet it was of rich material, and he wore the
ribbon of the Legion of Honour on his breast. His paleness was not of
fear, for when his eyes met Monsieur De la Riviere's, there was in them
waiting, inquiry--nothing more. He greeted them all politely, and
Medallion warmly, shaking his hand twice; for he knew well that the gaunt
auctioneer had only kindness in his heart; and they had exchanged
humorous stories more than once--a friendly bond.
He motioned towards his tent near by, but the young Seigneur declined.
Valmond looked round, and ordered away a listening soldier.
"It is business and imperative," said De la Riviere. Valmond bowed.
"Isn't it time this burlesque was ended?" continued the challenger,
waving a hand towards the encampment.
"My presence here is my reply," answered Valmond. "But how does it
concern monsieur?"
"All that concerns Pontiac concerns me."
"And me; I am as good a citizen as you.
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