"
"Why do you warn me?" Victor was full to the lips with rage.
"Because, hang me, I like your wit. Monsieur, there is no need of you
and me cutting each other's throats. Let us join hands in cutting
D'Herouville's. And there's the Chevalier; I had forgotten him. He
and D'Herouville do not speak. I had mapped out three dull months on
the water, and here walks in a comedy of various parts. Let us try a
pot of canary together. You ought to change that livery of yours.
Somebody will be insulting you and you will be drawing your sword."
Victor followed the vicomte to a table. After all, there was something
fascinating about this man, with that devil-may-care air of his, his
banter and his courage. So he buried a large part of his animosity,
and accepted the vicomte's invitation.
All within the tavern was marked by that activity which precedes a
notable departure. Seamen were bustling about, carrying bundles,
stores, ammunition, and utensils. Here and there were soldiers
polishing their muskets and swords and small arms. There was a calling
to and fro. The mayor of the city came in, full of Godspeed and cheer,
and following him were priests from the episcopal palace and wealthy
burghers who were interested in the great trading company.
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