He would tell them of that glittering court of Versailles, and perhaps he would make them think their salvation depended upon an alliance with France.
Robert was sorry for the moment that his mission was taking him to Quebec and not to the vale of Onondaga, where Willet and he--and Tayoga too--could appear before the sachems as friends true and tested, and prove to them that the English were their good and natural allies.

They would recall again what Frontenac had done.

They would dwell upon the manner in which he had carried sword and fire among the Six Nations, then the Five, and they would keep open the old wound that yet rankled.
It was a passing wish.

The Iroquois would remain faithful to their ancient allies, the English.

The blood that Frontenac had shed would be forever a barrier between the Long House and the Stadacona that was.
Once more Quebec filled his eye, and he gazed into the northeast where the French capital lay upon its mighty and frowning rock.