no more
see thee." And when I returned, "Wouldst thou have me leave thy country,
sir?" thou answeredst: "Blow thy quarrelsome soul to the stars where
my farthest bugle cries." Then I said: "I go, sir, till thou callest
me again--and after; but not till thou hast honoured the child of thy
honest wedlock; till thou hast secured thy wife to the end of her life
against all manner of trouble save the shame of thy disloyalty." There
was no more for me to do, for my deep love itself forbade my staying
longer within reach of the noble deserted soul. And so I saw
the chastened glory of her face no more, nor evermore beheld her
perfectness.'"

Adderley paused once more, and, after refilling his pipe in silence,
continued:

"That was the heart of the thing. His soul sickened of the rank world,
as he called it, and he came out to the Hudson's Bay country, leaving
his estates in care of his nephew, but taking many stores and great
chests of clothes and a shipload of furniture, instruments of music,
more than a thousand books, some good pictures, and great stores of
wine. Here he came and stayed, an officer of the Company, building
King's House, and filling it with all the fine things he had brought
with him, making in this far north a little palace in the wilderness.
Here he lived, his great heart growing greater in this wide sinewy
world, King's House a place of pilgrimage for all the Company's men in
the north; a noble gentleman in a sweet exile, loving what he could no
more, what he did no more, see.

"Twice a year he went to that point yonder and blew this bugle, no man
knew why or wherefore, year in, year out, till 1817. Then there came
a letter to him with great seals, which began: 'John York, John York,
where art thou gone, John York?' There followed a score of sorrowful
sentences, full of petulance, too, for it was as John York foretold, his
prince longed for the 'true souls' whom he had cast off. But he called
too late, for the neglected wife died from the shock of her prince's
longing message to her, and when, by the same mail, John York knew that,
he would not go back to England to the King. But twice every year he
went to yonder point and spoke out the King's words to him: 'John York,
John York, where art thou gone, John York?' and gave the words of his
own letter in reply: 'King of my heart, king of my heart, I am out on
the trail of thy bugles.' To this he added three calls of the bugle, as
you have heard."

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