Pierre said, "Your grandfather says he sees at once that you are a member of our family. He sees it in the shape of your eyes. He sees it in your nose, in your chin. He sees that like all de Marion men you are very tall."
"What is my grandfather's name?" Auguste asked.
"He is the Chevalier Elysée de Marion."
"El-izay," Auguste said, and his grandfather clapped his hands and grinned.
"But you should call him Grandpapa," Pierre concluded.
"Grandpapa." That was another word Père Isaac had taught him.
Grandpapa gave a cackling old man's laugh, threw his arms wide and hugged Auguste. Auguste hugged him back, rather gingerly, fearing his bones might crack. A thought came to Auguste, and he let go of his grandfather. He hurried back to his horse and took out of the saddlebag the tobacco pouch he had packed along with his small medicine bundle.
He went back to Elysée and held the pouch out with both hands.
In his best English he said, "Please, I give Grandpapa tobacco."
Elysée took the pouch and opened it, sniffed and grinned appreciatively. He and Pierre exchanged words.