〃Oh he does？〃 asked La Fayette。 〃What an odd way he has of showing it。〃
〃Odd？ He sent me；〃 said Bonaparte。 〃That means he expects victory。〃
〃But you're a general；〃 said La Fayette。 〃We already have generals。〃
〃Besides；〃 said Frederic； 〃you're not in mand。 I'm in mand。〃
〃The Marquis has the supreme military authority here；〃 said Bonaparte。
Frederic understood pletely： La Fayette also had the authority to put Bonaparte in mand over Frederic； if he desired。 He cast an anxious look toward La Fayette； who was placently spreading goose…liver paste on his bread。 La Fayette smiled benignly。 〃General Bonaparte is under your mand； Frederic。 That will not change。 Ever。 I hope that's clear； my dear Napoleon。〃
〃Of course；〃 said Napoleon。 〃I would not dream of changing that。 You should know that the King is sending more than generals to Canada。 Another thousand soldiers will be here in the spring。〃
〃Yes； well； I'm impressed to learn that he's promised to send more troops again haven't we heard a dozen such promises before； Frederic？ I'm always reassured to hear another promise from the King。〃 La Fayette took the last sip from his wineglass。 〃But the fact is； my dear Napoleon； we already have soldiers； too； who do nothing but sit in garrison at Fort Detroit and Fort Chicago； paying for scalps with bourbon。 Such a waste of bourbon。 The Reds drink it like water and it kills them。〃
〃If we don't need generals and we don't need soldiers；〃 asked Bonaparte condescendingly； 〃what do you think we need to win this war？〃
Frederic couldn't decide if he hated Bonaparte for speaking so rudely to an aristocrat； or loved him for speaking so rudely to the detestable Marquis de La Fayette。
〃To win？ Ten thousand French settlers；〃 said La Fayette。 〃Match the Americans man for man； wife for wife； child for child。 Make it impossible to do business in that part of the country without speaking French。 Overwhelm them with numbers。〃
〃No one would e to live in such wild country；〃 said Frederic； as he had said so many times before。
〃Offer them free land and they'd e；〃 said La Fayette。
〃Riff…raff；〃 said Frederic。 〃We hardly need more riff…raff。〃
Bonaparte studied La Fayette's face a moment in silence。 〃The mercial value of these lands is the fur trade；〃 said Bonaparte quietly。 〃The King was very clear on that point。 He wants no European settlement at all outside the forts。〃
〃Then the King will lose this war；〃 said La Fayette cheerfully； 〃no matter how many generals he sends。 And with that； gentlemen； I think we have done with supper。〃
La Fayette arose and left the table immediately。
Bonaparte turned to face Frederic； who was already standing up to leave。 He reached out his hand and touched Frederic's wrist。 〃Stay； please；〃 he said。 Or no； actually he merely said； 〃Stay；〃 but it felt to Frederic that he was saying please； that he really wanted Frederic to remain with him； that he loved and honored Frederic
But he couldn't； no； he couldn't； he was a moner； and Frederic had nothing to say to him
〃My lord de Maurepas；〃 murmured the Corsican corporal。 Or did he say merely 〃Maurepas；〃 while Frederic simply imagined the rest？ Whatever his words； his voice was rich with respect； with trust； with hope
So Frederic stayed。
Bonaparte said almost nothing。 Just normal pleasantries。 We should work well together。 We can serve the King properly。 I will help you all I can。
But to Frederic； there was so much more than words。 A promise of future honor； of returning to Paris covered with glory。 Victory over the Americans； and above all putting La Fayette in his place； triumphing over the democratic traitorous marquis。 He and this Bonaparte could do it； together。 Patience for a few years； building up an army of Reds so large that it provokes the Americans to raise an army； too； then we can defeat that American army and go home。 That's all it will take。 It was almost a fever of hope and trust that filled Frederic's heart； until
Until Bonaparte took his hand away from Frederic's wrist。
It was as if Bonaparte's hand had been his connection to a great source of life and warmth； with the touch removed； he grew cold； weary。 But still there was Bonaparte's smile； and Frederic looked at him and remembered the feeling of promise he had had a moment before。 How could he have ever thought working with Bonaparte would be anything but rewarding？ The man knew his place； that was certain。 Frederic would merely use Bonaparte's undeniable military talents； and together they would triumph and return to France in glory
Bonaparte's smile faded； and again Frederic felt a vague sense of loss。
〃Good evening；〃 said Bonaparte。 〃I will see you in the morning； sir。〃
The Corsican left the room。
If Frederic could have seen his face； he might have recognized his own expression： it was identical to the look of love and devotion that all Bonaparte's junior officers had worn。 But he could not see his face。 That night he went to bed feeling more at peace； more confident； more hopeful and excited than he had felt in all his years in Canada。 He even felt what； what is this feeling； he wondered ah yes。 Intelligent。 He even felt intelligent。
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It was deep night； but the canalmen were hard at work； using their noisy steam engine to pump water into the lock。 It was an engineering marvel； the steepest system of locks on any canal in the world。 The rest of the world did not know it。 Europe still thought of America as a land of savages。 But the enterprising United States of America； inspired by the example of that old wizard Ben Franklin； was encouraging invention and industry。 Rumor had it that a man named Fulton had a working steam…powered boat plying up and down the Hudson a steamboat that King Charles had been offered； and refused to fund！ Coal mines were plunging into the earth in Suskwahenny and Appalachee。 And here in the state of Irrakwa； the Reds were outdoing the Whites at their own game； building canals； steam…powered cars to run on railed roads； steam…powered spinning wheels that spat out the cotton of the Crown Colonies and turned it into fine yarns that rivaled anything in Europe at half the cost。 It was just beginning； just starting out； but already more than half the boats that came up the St。 Lawrence River were bound for Irrakwa； and not for Canada at all。
La Fayette stood at the rail until the lock was filled and the fires of the steam engine were allowed to die。 Then the clop； clop； clop of the canal horses and the boat slid forward again through the water。 La Fayette left the rail and walked quietly up the stairs to his room。 By dawn； they would be at Port Buffalo。 De Maurepas and Bonaparte would go west to Detroit。 La Fayette would return to the Governor's mansion in Niagara。 There he would sit； issuing orders and watching Parisian policies kill any future for the French in Canada。 There was nothing La Fayette could do to keep the Americans； Red and White together； from surpassing Canada and leaving it behind。 But he could do a few things to help change France into the kind of nation that could reach out to the future as boldly as America was doing。
In his own quarters； La Fayette lay on his bed； smiling。 He could imagine what Bonaparte had done tonight； alone in the room with poor empty…headed Freddie。 The young te de Maurepas was doubtless pletely charmed。 The same thing might well have happened to La Fayette； but he had been warned about what Bonaparte could do； about his knack for making people trust their lives to him。 It was a good knack for a general to have； as long as he only used it on his soldiers； so they'd be willing to die for him。 But Bonaparte used it on everybody； if he thought he could get away with it。 So La Fayette's good friend Robespierre had sent him a certain jeweled amulet。 The antidote to Bonaparte's charm。 And a vial of powder； too the final antidote to Bonaparte； if he could be controlled no other way。
Don't worry； Robespierre； my dear fellow； thought La Fayette。 Bonaparte will live。 He thinks he is manipulating Canada to serve his ends； but I will manipulate him to serve the ends of democracy。 Bonaparte do