eaved woman knelt
to cry once more over the trench by the powder-house. Her baby, hid in a
case like a bolster, hung across her shoulder. Lady Dorinda's
belongings, numbered among the goods of the household, were also placed
near the gate. She sat within the hall, wrapped for her journey,
composed and silent. For when the evil day actually overtook Lady
Dorinda, she was too thorough a Briton to cringe. She met her second
repulse from Acadia as she had met her first, when Claude La Tour found
her his only consolation. In this violent uprooting of family life so
long grown to one place, Le Rossignol was scarcely missed. Each one
thought of the person dearest to himself and of that person's comfort.
Marie noted her absence, but the dwarf never came to harm. She was
certain to rejoin the household somewhere, and who could blame her for
avoiding the capitulation if she found it possible? The little
Nightingale could not endure pain. Edelwald drew the garrison up in line
and the gates were opened.

D'Aulnay entered the fort with his small army. He was splendidly
dressed, and such pieces of armor as he wore dazzled the eye. As he
returned the salute of Edelwald and the garrison, he paused and whitened
with chagrin. Klussman had told him something of the weakness of the
place, but he had not expected to find such a pitiful remnant of men.
Twenty-three soldiers and an officer! These were the precious creatures
who had cost him so much, and whom their lady was so anxious to save! He
smiled at the disproportionate preparations made by his hammers and
saws, and glanced back to see if the timbers were being carried in. They
were, at the rear of his force, but behind them intruded Father Vincent
de Paris wrapped in a blanket which one of the soldiers had provided for
him. The scantiness of this good friar's apparel should have restrained
him in camp. But he was such an apostle as stalks naked to duty if need
be, and he felt it his present duty to keep the check of religion upon
the implacable nature of D'Aulnay de Charnisay.

D'Aulnay ordered the gates shut. He would have shut out Father Vincent,
but it could not be managed without great discourtesy, and there are
limits to that with a churchman. The household and garrison ready to
depart saw this strange action with dismay, and Marie stepped directly
down from her hall to confront her enemy. D'Aulnay had seen her at Port
Royal when he first came to Acadia. He remembered her motion