"The forts are our king's; the man is with my conscience, my dear friend."
"But if you make sorrow for the woman?"
"You brought me a gift from her!" His finger touched his doublet.
"She is English, my Pierre."
"She is what God made her."
"She may be sworn to the man."
Iberville started, then shook his head incredulously. "He is not worthy of her."
"Are you?"
"I know her value better and prize it more."
"You have not seen her for four years."