Gabrielle, Ribeaux, and Ville Bambord.

But his shame had gone before him, and people shunned him everywhere, even the roughest.

No one who knew him would shelter him.

He slept in barns and in the woods until the winter came and snow lay thick upon the ground.

Thin and haggard, and with nothing left of his old self but his deep brown eyes and curling hair, and his unhappy name and fame, he turned back again to Pontiac.