But
first we will make Le Gardeur de Repentigny free of the guild of
noble partners of the company of adventurers trading in New France."
The valets flew in and out. In a few moments the table was
replenished with huge drinking-cups, silver flagons, and all the
heavy impedimenta of the army of Bacchus.
"You are willing to become one of us, and enter the jolly guild of
the Grand Company?" exclaimed the Intendant, taking Le Gardeur by
the hand.
"Yes, I am a stranger, and you may take me in. I claim admission,"
replied Le Gardeur with drunken gravity, "and by St. Pigot! I will
be true to the guild!"
Bigot kissed him on both cheeks. "By the boot of St. Benoit! you
speak like the King of Yvetot. Le Gardeur de Repentigny, you are
fit to wear fur in the Court of Burgundy."
"You can measure my foot, Bigot," replied Le Gardeur, "and satisfy
the company that I am able to wear the boot of St. Benoit."
"By jolly St. Chinon! and you shall wear it, Le Gardeur," exclaimed
Bigot, handing him a quart flagon of wine, which Le Gardeur drank
without drawing breath.
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