Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 90 of 102
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92 EPH PETERS. “JT understand your scruples, my dear sir, and they do you honor. §till, lL would have you appear as a witness at the court-martial now sitting upen his case.” “ Sire, since you wish it, though much against my rere tion, I shall not refuse to comply. Will it occupy much of my time ?” “Tt would be ungenerous to deprive Colonel Munroe of the services of so efficient an officer for any great length of time,” replied the marquis. “No, we will have your evidence as soon as possible, and let you return at once to your duty.” - They left the tent together, and went into an ther near at hand, Here they found the court-martial assembled, waiting _ only the coming of the marquis. All rose as he entered, and saluted. He returned the salute with an easy grace, which sat well upon him, and took his place upen a raised seat at one end of the marquée. A hush fell upon the court as he spoke: “ Mr. Secretary, why is this court-martial convened ?” The advocate rose : “Jo try Ensign Jaques Chattillon, Count of Aumerle, upon charffes preferred by Captain Hubert Moran.” “ Read the specifications.” ‘“ Hirst: Of conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentle- man. It is charged against Ensign Chattillon, Count of Aumerle, that, by his own confession, he insulted, struck in the face, and attempted to strangle, a lady, living in the Mohawk Country, Mademoiselle iemseannnee Wylde. The ac- cuser is Captain Moran. | “ Second: Of conspiracy against his superior officer, It is charged. against the said Ensign Chattillon, Count of Aumerle, that, on the banks of this lake, a few miles from this spot, he did conspire against the life of his superior officer, Captain Hubert Moran, by enticing certain Indians of the Huron tribe, now dead, to burn him at the stake. The accuser is Captain Moran.” | “Ig the prisontr in court ?” “ My lord, he is under guard.” “ Let him be brought before us.” There was a stir on the outside «f the tent, and Jaques appeared, led in between two tall grenadiers, who never took their eyes from him. 2 coniclsiooks. conn