See: I have known you since you took me from my mother's last farewell.

I have believed in you, cared for you, trusted you; we have been good comrades.

Come, now, tell me: what would you think if my mind drifted! No, no, no! to stand by one's own heart is the gift of an honest man--I am a sad rogue, abbe, as you know, but I swear I would sooner let slip the friendship of King Louis himself than the hand of a good comrade.

Well, my sword is for my king.

I must obey him, I must leave my comrades behind, but I shall not forget, and they must not forget." At this he got to his feet, came over, laid a hand on the abbe's shoulder, and his voice softened: "Abbe, the woman shall be mine." "If God wills so, Iberville." "He will, He will." "Well," said Perrot, with a little laugh; "I think God will be good to a Frenchman when an Englishman is his foe." "But the girl is English--and a heretic," urged the abbe helplessly.
Perrot laughed again.