_Ad majorem Dei gloriam_.

There was Father Jogues.

What privations, what tortures he endured! And an Iroquois sank a hatchet into his brain.

I have seen the Spaniard at his worst, the Italian, the Turk, but for matchless cruelty the Iroquois has no rival.

And this cunning Mazarin promises and promises us money and men, while those who reckon on his word struggle and die.