It was the marquis, the grim and terrible marquis, the ogre of his dreams.

The lad had always hated the marquis, taking his master's side; but at the sight of that familiar face, he felt his heart swell with joy and love and veneration.

For intuition told him why Monsieur le Marquis was in Quebec.

It was to seek Monsieur le Chevalier.

And together they would all go back to France, beautiful France.