He peered at me.
"You and the Indian were at La Vierge du Bois," he said. "Yes, I remember now. Did the light shine in your eyes, my son?"
"Not the light you mean, but I saw much evil which went on there behind your back."
"What?" he demanded.
I told him of the Moon Feast and the False Face rites and started to reveal the duplicity of de Veulle.
"Tell me no more," he interrupted with a sigh. "'Tis already hard to bear these burdens my unworthy shoulders carry. I cry out now and again, 'How long, O Lord, how long?' But what bloody business have you done here? Are your skirts clear that you should assail the poor savages, who still relapse to superstition!"
"You say nothing of the Chevalier de Veulle," I commented.
"The man is your enemy," he returned shrewdly. "I do not think your judgment is unbiased."
Ta-wan-ne-ars raised his tomahawk, implacable hatred in his face.
"This man is leagued with the priests of evil," he said. "He is at one with Murray. Let us made an end of him."