His glance was upon the batteries in lower town.

He had inquired carelessly, for he did not think the question serious at this distance of time.

Getting no answer, he turned smartly upon Iberville, surprised, and he was struck by the sudden hardness in the sun-browned face and the flashing eyes.
Years had deepened the power of face and form.
"Your excellency will remember," he answered, in a low, cold tone, "that I once was counselled to marry the sword." The governor laid his hand upon Iberville's shoulder.

"Pardon me," he said.

"I was not wise or kind.