It seemed too that St.Luc liked him, and Robert felt sure that whatever hostility his official enemy felt for the English cause there was none for him personally.
Unconsciously he began to arrange his own attire of forest green, beautifully dyed and decorated deerskin, that he might not look less neat than the man whom he was going to meet.

St.Luc was standing under the wide boughs of an oak, his gold hilted rapier returned to its sheath and his white lace handkerchief to its pocket.

The smile of welcome upon his face as he saw the herald was genuine.
"I salute you, Mr.Lennox," he said, "and wish you a very good morning.

I learned that you were in the force besieged by us, and it's a pleasure to see that you've escaped unhurt.

When last we met the honors were yours.