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“But my good fortune had got a twist, and it was not to be straightened that day; and because it was not straightened then it was not to be at all; for at five o’clock we came to the Post at Lachine, and here the governor and the others were to stop. During all the day I had waited for my chance to say a word of apology to his excellency, but it was no use; nothing seemed to help me, for he was busy with his papers and notes, and I also had to finish up my reports. The hours went by, and I saw my chances drift past. I knew that the governor held the thing against me, and not the less because he saw me more than once that day in speech with his niece. For she appeared anxious to cheer me, and indeed I think we might have become excellent friends had our ways run together. She could have bestowed her friendship on me without shame to herself, for I had come of an old family in Scotland, the Sheplaws of Canfire, which she knew, as did the governor also, was a more ancient family than their own. Yet her kindness that day worked me no good, and I went far to make it worse, since, under the spell of her gentleness, I looked at her far from distantly, and at the last, as she was getting from the boat, returned the pressure of her hand with much interest. I suppose something of the pride of that moment leaped up in my eye, for I saw the governor’s face harden more and more, and the brother shrugged an ironical shoulder. I was too young to see or know that the chief thing in the girl’s mind was regret that I had so hurt my chances; for she knew, as I saw only too well afterwards, that I might have been rewarded with a leaping promotion in honour of the success of the journey. But though the boatmen got a gift of money and tobacco and spirits, nothing came to me save the formal thanks of the governor, as he bowed me from his presence.

“The nephew came with his sister to bid me farewell. There was little said between her and me, and it was a long, long time before she knew the end of that day’s business. But the brother said, ‘You’ve let the chance go by, Mr. Fawdor. Better luck next time, eh? And,’ he went on, ‘I’d give a hundred editions the lie, but I’d read the text according to my chief officer. The words of a king are always wise while his head is on,’ he declared further, and he drew from his scarf a pin of pearls and handed it to me. ‘Will you wear that for me, Mr. Fawdor?’ he asked; and I, who had thought him but a stripling with a saucy pride, grasped his hand and said a God-keep-you. It does me good now to think I said it. I did not see him or his sister again.

“The next day was Sunday. About two o’clock I was sent for by the governor. When I got to the Post and was admitted to him, I saw that my misadventure was not over. ‘Mr. Fawdor,’ said he coldly, spreading out a map on the table before him, ‘you will start at once for Fort Ungava, at Ungava Bay, in Labrador.’ I felt my heart stand still for a moment, and then surge up and down, like a piston-rod under a sudden rush of steam. ‘You will proceed now,’ he went on, in his hard voice, ‘as far as the village of Pont Croix. There you will find three Indians awaiting you. You will go on with them as far as Point St. Saviour and camp for the night, for if the Indians remain in the village they may get drunk. The next morning, at sunrise, you will move on. The Indians know the trail across Labrador to Fort Ungava. When you reach there, you will take command of the Post and remain till further orders. Your clothes are already at the village. I have had them packed, and you will find there also what is necessary for the journey. The factor at Ungava was there ten years; he has gone–to heaven.’