“Ah, Captain Menard, I am glad to see you so soon again.”
Menard sat on the narrow bed and stretched out his legs as far as he could in the cramped space.
“How soon will your duties be over here, Father?”
“There seems to be no reason for me to stay. I have delivered the relations, and no further work has come to hand.”
“Then it may be that you can help me, Father.”
“You know, my son, that I will.”
“Very well. I have been ordered to Fort Frontenac in advance of the troops. I am to bear orders to d’Orvilliers and to Du Luth and La Durantaye. It is possible that there may be some delicate work to be done among the 31 Indians. You know the Iroquois, Father, and our two heads together should be stronger than mine alone. I want you to go with me.”
The priest’s eyes lighted.
“It may be that I can get permission at Montreal.”
“You will go, then?”