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Froreat river, the view so distant it broke into the past From there, Gamache could see four hundred years in the past The ships, surprisingly s anchor at the narrowest spot

Kebek An Algonquin word Where the river narrows

Ga ropes, securing lines, crawling up and down the masts He could al ashore

Did they knohat they were in for? What the New World held?

Almost certainly not, or they’d never have coht below the of scurvy, of exposure

Unlike Gamache they had no Château to duck into No warm soup and a, bitter wind, how had they survived days, weeks,and barely any shelter?

Of course, the ansas obvious They hadn’t Most had died, slow, agonizing, dreadful deaths those first winters What Garay water and ice floes, was history His history, flowing by

He also saw a dot in the distance An ice canoe Shaking his head Gamache turned his attention back to his co so puzzled?" Émile asked

The Chief Inspector nodded out the"An ice canoe team The settlers had to do it Why would so up a roll and s butter on it "I can barely watch thehed "I sometimes think we’re a rowboat society"

"A what?" asked Jean

"A rowboat It’s e do things like that" He jerked his head toward theand the dot on the river "It’s why Québec is so perfectly preserved It’s e’re all so fascinated with history We’re in a rowboat We hed and leaned away as the waiter placed a huge burger and frites in front of hi French onion soup sat in front of Éiven a hot bowl of pea soup

"Ifor the race," said Ga his spoon aly, melted cheese to break

"He is He’s also the minister at the Presbyterian church St Andrews"

"Muscular Christianity," René chuckled