He had sniffed the air of battle for over fifty years with all manner of enemies, and his heart was in the thing.

Never had there been in Quebec a more moving sight than when he arrived from Montreal the evening before, and climbed Mountain Street on his way to the chateau.

Women and children pressed round him, blessing him; priests, as he passed, lifted hands in benediction; men cheered and cried for joy; in every house there was thanksgiving that the imperious old veteran had come in time.
Prevost the town mayor, Champigny the Intendant, Sainte-Helene, Maricourt, and Longueil, had worked with the skill of soldiers who knew their duty, and it was incredible what had been done since the alarm had come to Prevost that Phips had entered the St.Lawrence and was anchored at Tadousac.
"And how came you to be here, Iberville ?" queried the governor pleasantly.

"We scarce expected you." "The promptings of the saints and the happy kindness of King Louis, who will send my ship here after me.

I boarded the first merchantman with its nose to the sea, and landed here soon after you left for Montreal." "So?
Good! See you, see you, Iberville: what of the lady Puritan's marriage with the fire-eating Englishman ?" The governor smiled as he spoke, not looking at Iberville.