Elysee sat up a little straighter, Nicole quickly plumping the pillows behind him, and turned a sharp, blue-eyed stare at Auguste.
"Nicole and Frank told me about your plan to go back to the Sauk. I can understand why you would wish to do so, but that is not the only choice open to you. You might consider going where people are much more civilized than they are around here--back East, where you were educated.
Emilie and Charles would be happy, I am sure, to take you in again for a time. And I could help you. I have money banked with Irving and Sons on Wall Street. You could continue your education and follow the medical profession in New York."
Wishing he did not have to refuse the old man, Auguste said, "Grandpapa, I must go to the only other people I love in the world as much as I love you and Aunt Nicole."
Elysee uttered a little sigh. "I understand. Loyalty pulls you back to your mother"s people. It is a family trait. I suppose your father must have told you about the mystery around the origin of our family name."
"Yes, Grandpapa." Wanting him to know his French forebears, Pierre had spent hours with Auguste recounting their names and deeds. And he had told him that, strangely, the de Marion records extended back only to the late thirteenth century, though the family was wealthy and powerful even then. According to a murky legend, one ancestor had committed treason against the King, and that one"s son had deserted his wife and children, simply disappeared. Feeling the original name, whatever it had been, irreparably tarnished, the first recorded Count de Marion had destroyed all record of it--apparently with the approval and help of the royal authorities--and had taken his mother"s family"s name instead. The story had left Auguste wishing he could use his shaman"s powers to learn more, but he doubted that the Sauk spirits could see clear across the ocean.
Elysee said, "We de Marions sometimes display an overabundance of loyalty, as if we were still trying to expiate that ancient guilt."
Puzzled, Auguste said, "There"s nothing wrong with loyalty, is there?"
"Certainly not. But remember this--if I had let loyalty keep me in France, we would not be here in this primeval paradise."
_He sees this land as a paradise too. But it has not been kind to him._
"Looking back, Grandpapa, do you think you would have done better to have stayed in France?"
Elysee laughed, a short, humorless bark. "Not at all. I would almost certainly have lost my head to Dr. Guillotine"s wonderful invention. Our lands would have been confiscated, and that would have been the end of the family."
"But now, with most of the wealth in Raoul"s hands--"
Elysee raised a hand and shook his head. "This is not the end. I do not believe in divine intervention, but I do believe there is a law of nature that says a bad man will do badly in the end."
Auguste was about to reply when he heard footsteps coming down the road toward the house, reminding him of how quiet it had been ever since he awakened. A good part of the town was sleeping off Raoul"s Old Kaintuck, he suspected.
He heard the door open and close below. A moment later Frank came into the room carrying a long rifle, with an ammunition bag and a powder horn slung over his shoulder.
"Well, I bought you a little bateau that will get you across the Mississippi," he said, "for five dollars, from an old trapper who doesn"t feel up to going out this winter. And for another twenty dollars I got him to throw in his second best rifle and a good supply of ammunition." He smiled grimly at Auguste. "I expect you"ll find this useful over in Ioway."
Auguste nodded. "I"ll eat better. But--twenty-five dollars. Frank, that"s too much for you to spend on me." He felt a warm grat.i.tude toward the plump, sandy-haired man who was risking so much to help him. Frank"s newspaper, his printing business and his carpentry all together could hardly bring in twenty-five dollars in a month, little enough to feed a family of ten.
Elysee said, "I told you I had some money salted away, Auguste. Let the boat and the rifle be my gift to you."
Auguste reached out and squeezed his grandfather"s bony hand.
Frank said, "I"ve moved the boat about half a mile below town and hidden it. We should be able to get down there unseen after dark."
Nicole said, "If Auguste is leaving as Raoul wants him to, why wouldn"t Raoul just let him go?"
Frank said, "We can"t take that chance. I believe Raoul won"t be content unless he kills Auguste."
Auguste shuddered inwardly at the thought that there was in the world a man who would not be satisfied until he was dead. He could not live with that kind of fear. He asked the White Bear, his spirit guide, to give him courage.
He tried to push the fear out of his mind. He stood up to go back to the room where he had slept. He would clean and repack the things he was taking, he decided. He would get busy getting ready and not give himself time to think about being afraid.
But nightfall seemed a long way off.
At nine o"clock in the evening by the Seth Thomas clock in Frank"s printing shop, which he reset every day at sunset, it was dark enough and the town was quiet enough for Auguste to leave. He held Nicole"s ample body tight and kissed her, shook hands with the boys and kissed the girls. His grandfather had drifted off to sleep again, but the old man had kissed him on both cheeks, and they had said their good-byes in the afternoon.
The road down the bluff from the town to the bottomland was empty. Most people in Victor went to bed soon after sunset, and those who didn"t would be up in the taproom of the trading post inn.
Auguste did see candlelight flickering in a one-room log cabin they pa.s.sed. A silhouette appeared in the window just as he looked in. A man reached out and slammed the shutters closed.
"Bad luck we should pa.s.s that house just as he came to the window,"
Frank said. "One of Raoul"s men. But he"s more than likely still half drunk."
Frank and Auguste followed the road past fields of corn ready for harvesting, their way lighted by the nearly full moon.
Up ahead the wooded sides of the bluff came down to the water"s edge.
Frank led Auguste out on a shrub-covered spit.
Not until he was nearly on top of the bateau did Auguste see it. Frank had pulled it up out of the water, covered it with branches, and tied it to the roots of a tree that had toppled into the water, undercut by the river.
With sinking heart Auguste saw that though the riverboat was small, it would be heavier and harder to row than a canoe. Well, Frank had done his best, and now he would have to do _his_ best.
His heart leaped with fear as he heard hoofbeats.
Hors.e.m.e.n, coming down the road from Victor.
Frank stopped working on the boat and lifted his head. "d.a.m.n! That skunk must have seen you after all."
The pounding was coming rapidly closer. Auguste"s heart was beating as fast as the oncoming hooves. He saw the hors.e.m.e.n by moonlight--_five_ of them, racing through the high corn.
Frank and Auguste pushed the little boat into the water bow first, pointed stern resting on the sh.o.r.e. Auguste put his pack in the stern and the rifle and ammunition in the bow, where they were more likely to stay dry. The current pulled the bow downstream, the flat bottom grinding in the mud.
Auguste saw a flash and heard a loud boom. Something whistled through the bare branches of a bush beside him.
He leaped into the boat.
"Here. Beef and biscuit." Frank tossed a bag to Auguste, who set it on the seat beside him. Frank pushed the bateau"s stern free.
"Now row for your life!"
Pulling as hard and fast as he could, Auguste steered diagonally into the Mississippi, trying to get beyond pistol range without spending all his strength fighting the current.
"Hopkins, G.o.dd.a.m.n it, I"ll kill _you_ if he gets away!"
Raoul"s voice. Auguste wished he had time to load his rifle and shoot back, but if he stopped rowing they were sure to get him.
Five bright red flashes and five shots roared out one after the other from sh.o.r.e.
_If one of those men is Eli Greenglove I"m dead for sure._
Auguste heard a sharp rap on the side of the boat and splashes in the water on his left. He felt naked sitting up in the boat pulling frantically on the oars. He could stop rowing and lie down using the side of the boat as a shield, but then he would remain within range, drifting south along the riverbank, and Raoul and his men could follow him and shoot at him at their leisure. He gritted his teeth and kept rowing, his shoulder muscles feeling as if they were about to tear loose from his bones.