You said You wld. come if I calld for You. I Begge you now, in ye Name of All you Holde Deer, help Mee. I am to be Forcd to wed ye Chev. de Veulle. 'Tis ye Price he has Fixd for his Services to Mr. Murray. They have Procurd a Dispensation from ye Bishoppe of Quebec. They will Marrie me whenne Père Hyancinthe is returnd from a Visitt to ye Dionondadies by ye Huronne Lake. So much grace I have obtaned from them. Help Mee. MARJORY.
Do notte Trust ye messenjer who Carries this, but plese Pay him What he asks. Come by ye waye you Lefte through ye Woodde of ye Fake Faces.
Stunned, I read it a second time, then handed it to Ta-wan-ne-ars.
"What is your name!" I asked the messenger whilst Ta-wan-ne-ars scanned the paper.
"Baptiste Meurier," he said sullenly.
"How long since is it that you started from La Vierge du Bois!"
"Five weeks more or less. Monsieur has been difficult to find."
"More," I decided, remembering the date on the letter. "Do you know what the message said?"
"How should I, monsieur?" he objected quickly. "Me, I do not read."
"Was there no other word?"