"Aaron," she said, as he stood confused before her misery, "know you the way to Quebec?"
"Indeed, madame, very well. Madame, I am sorry—"
"Let us not dwell upon it, Aaron. Can you get a few men together to go there?"
"Within an hour."
"Very well, I shall be ready."
"You, madame—ready? You do not think of going?"
"Yes, I am going."
"But, madame, it is not safe. The Abenaquis and Iroquois are not friendly, and—"
"Is this friendly? Is it like a good friend, Aaron Hulm? Did I not nurse your mother when—"
He dropped on one knee, took her hand and kissed it. "Madame," he said loyally, "I will do anything you ask; I feared only for your safety."