Within two weeks the men Brebeuf had sent for finally arrived - even more Jesuits. They spoke of hell and the coming judgment, Brebeuf himself continually speaking of his coming death. He would not live long, he predicted - killed for his faith, or so he continued to tell anyone within earshot.
Finding a moment alone with Dark Star and Brown Sparrow, he began again with his usual premonitions which by now were so common they had nearly tuned him out.
"You can't stay here," Brebeuf began once again, a different edge to his voice, "We have already spoken with Peter..." He let his voice trail off for just a moment as he chose his words carefully. "He knows...well, let's not make this any harder than it needs to be. You both deserve the truth."
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