He asked me where you were, and who was with you
to support and comfort you in this storm of affliction. I told him,
and he kissed me, exclaiming, 'Oh, aunt,--mother, what shall I do?'"
"Oh, aunt! did Pierre say that? Did he call you aunt and mother?
And he did not curse me at all? Poor Pierre!" And she burst out
into a flood of tears which nothing could control.
"Yes Amelie! His heart is bleeding to death with this dreadful
sword-stroke of Le Gardeur's," said the Lady de Tilly, after waiting
till she recovered somewhat.
"And will he not slay Le Gardeur? Will he not deem it his duty to
kill my brother and his?" cried she. "He is a soldier and must!"
"Listen, Amelie. There is a divinity in Pierre that we see only in
the noblest of men; he will not slay Le Gardeur. He is his brother
and yours, and will regard him as such. Whatever he might have done
in the first impulse of anger, Pierre will not now seek the life of
Le Gardeur. He knows too well whence this blow has really come. He
has been deeply touched by the remorse and self-accusation of Le
Gardeur.
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