When the sun began to set along La Manche, Jeanne marveled at the radiant site. It was as reverent as her church, so she sent a silent request. Peace for her mother, kindheartedness for her future husband, and protection for their long journey.
Smiling, Jaqueline admired her best achievement, the daughter that would sail to the colonies with a piece of her mother’s heart.
In late spring, 1682, amidst the wilderness, his desire for freedom abated like the setting sun. With his recent venture, he recognized the signs of his madness, his longings. He had taken a mistress that kept him from his family, and this wanderlust created havoc within him.