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2996586With Sword and Crucifix: Being an Account of the Strange Adventures of Count Louis Sancerre, Companion of Sieur LaSalle, on the Lower Mississippi, inhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/with-sword-and-crucifix-being-an-account-of-the-strange-adventures-of-count-louis-sancerre-companion-of-sieur-lasalle-on-the-lower-mississippi-in--9781465662262/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2265252/2c2f946c-e610-42b1-ac78-821b8d0cf8c6.jpg?v=638383737684230000102102MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/<p>Louis le Grand, King of France and Navarre, has deserted pleasure to follow pietyand times are changed, monsieur. The speaker, Louis de Sancerre, of Languedoc, descendant of a famous constable of France, leaned against a tree near the shore of a majestic river, and musingly watched the moonbeams as they chased the ripples toward an unknown sea. A soft, cool breeze, heavy with the odor of new-born flowers, caressed his pale, clear-cut face, and toyed with the ruffles and trappings of a costume more becoming at Versailles than in the mysterious wilderness through which its wearer had floated for many weeks. On the bank at the exiled courtiers feet lay reclining the martial figure of a man, whose stern, immobile face, lofty brow, and piercing eyes told a tale of high resolve and stubborn will. Sieur de la Salle, winning his way to immortality through wastes of swamp and canebrake and the windings of a great river, had made his camp at a bend in the stream from which the outlook seemed to promise the fulfilment of his dearest hopes. On the crest of a low hill, sloping gently to the water, his followers had thrown up a rude fort of felled trees, and now at midnight the adventurous Frenchmen and their score of Indian allies were tasting sleep after a day of wearisome labor. De la Salle and a hapless waif from the splendid court of Louis XIV., more sensitive than their subordinates to the grandeur of the undertaking in which they were engaged, had felt no wish to slumber. They had strolled away from the silent camp; and, for the first time since Count Louis de Sancerre had joined the expedition, its leader had been learning something of the flippant, witty, reckless, debonair courtiers career. Beware the omnipresent ear of the Great Order, Monsieur le Comte! exclaimed La Salle, rising to his elbow and searching the shadows behind him with questioning eyes. Think not, de Sancerre, that in the treacherous quiet of this wilderness you may safely speak your mind. I have good reason to distrust the trees, the waters, and the roving winds. Where I go are ever savages or silence, but always in my ear echoes the stealthy footfall of the Jesuit. And this is well, monsieur. I seize this country in the name of France; the Order takes it in the name of God! In the name of God! repeated de Sancerre, mockingly. You know Versailles, monsieur? There is no room for God. Banished once by a courtesan, the Almighty now succumbs to a confessor. Hold, monsieur! cried La Salle, ster2932652With Sword and Crucifix: Being an Account of the Strange Adventures of Count Louis Sancerre, Companion of Sieur LaSalle, on the Lower Mississippi, in102102https://www.gandhi.com.mx/with-sword-and-crucifix-being-an-account-of-the-strange-adventures-of-count-louis-sancerre-companion-of-sieur-lasalle-on-the-lower-mississippi-in--9781465662262/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2265252/2c2f946c-e610-42b1-ac78-821b8d0cf8c6.jpg?v=638383737684230000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20229781465662262_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9781465662262_<p>Louis le Grand, King of France and Navarre, has deserted pleasure to follow pietyand times are changed, monsieur. The speaker, Louis de Sancerre, of Languedoc, descendant of a famous constable of France, leaned against a tree near the shore of a majestic river, and musingly watched the moonbeams as they chased the ripples toward an unknown sea. A soft, cool breeze, heavy with the odor of new-born flowers, caressed his pale, clear-cut face, and toyed with the ruffles and trappings of a costume more becoming at Versailles than in the mysterious wilderness through which its wearer had floated for many weeks. On the bank at the exiled courtiers feet lay reclining the martial figure of a man, whose stern, immobile face, lofty brow, and piercing eyes told a tale of high resolve and stubborn will. Sieur de la Salle, winning his way to immortality through wastes of swamp and canebrake and the windings of a great river, had made his camp at a bend in the stream from which the outlook seemed to promise the fulfilment of his dearest hopes. On the crest of a low hill, sloping gently to the water, his followers had thrown up a rude fort of felled trees, and now at midnight the adventurous Frenchmen and their score of Indian allies were tasting sleep after a day of wearisome labor. De la Salle and a hapless waif from the splendid court of Louis XIV., more sensitive than their subordinates to the grandeur of the undertaking in which they were engaged, had felt no wish to slumber. They had strolled away from the silent camp; and, for the first time since Count Louis de Sancerre had joined the expedition, its leader had been learning something of the flippant, witty, reckless, debonair courtiers career. Beware the omnipresent ear of the Great Order, Monsieur le Comte! exclaimed La Salle, rising to his elbow and searching the shadows behind him with questioning eyes. Think not, de Sancerre, that in the treacherous quiet of this wilderness you may safely speak your mind. I have good reason to distrust the trees, the waters, and the roving winds. Where I go are ever savages or silence, but always in my ear echoes the stealthy footfall of the Jesuit. And this is well, monsieur. I seize this country in the name of France; the Order takes it in the name of God! In the name of God! repeated de Sancerre, mockingly. You know Versailles, monsieur? There is no room for God. Banished once by a courtesan, the Almighty now succumbs to a confessor. Hold, monsieur! cried La Salle, sternly. This is blasphemy! Blasphemy and treason! But enough of priests! You tell me that you loved this woman from the court of Spain? How can I say? What is love, monsieur? exclaimed de Sancerre, lightly, throwing himself down beside his leader. It was as if a butterfly, born of the moonbeams, had come to ask a foolish riddle of the grim forest glades. The incarnation of all that was most polished, insincere, diabolical, fascinating at Versailles had taken the form of a handsome man, not quite forty years of age, who reclined at midnight upon the banks of an unexplored river, and pestered the living embodiment of high adventure and mighty purposes with the light and airy nothings of a courtiers tongue. How should Sieur de la Salle know the mystery of love? He who had wooed hardship to win naught but the kiss of disappointment, he who had cherished no mistress save the glory of France, no passion but for King and Church, was not a source from which a flippant worldling could wring a definition of the word of words.</p>9781465662262_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_b7592aa0-54af-3059-9a10-3a908ab9d886_9781465662262;9781465662262_9781465662262Edward S.InglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-3de00a8a-3d88-41ab-87c9-bc7bca923aee.epub2022-02-14T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria