impression, and started the train of
thought that would lead him to a partial understanding of the truth.
But I was mistaken.
"Your own illustration," he said finally, "proves the falsity of your
theory." He dropped a fruit from his hand to the ground. "See," he
said, "without support even this tiny fruit falls until it strikes
something that stops it. If Pellucidar were not supported upon the
flaming sea it too would fall as the fruit falls--you have proven it
yourself!" He had me, that time--you could see it in his eye.
It seemed a hopeless job and I gave it up, temporarily at least, for
when I contemplated the necessity explanation of our solar system and
the universe I realized how futile it would be to attempt to picture to
Ja or any other Pellucidarian the sun, the moon, the planets, and the
countless stars. Those born within the inner world could no more
conceive of such things than can we of the outer crust reduce to
factors appreciable to our finite minds such terms as space and
"Well, Ja," I laughed, "whether we be walking with our feet up or down,
here we are, and the question of greatest importance is not so much
where we came from as where we are going now. For my part I wish that
you could guide me to Phutra where I may give myself up to the Mahars
once more that my friends and I may work out the plan of escape which
the Sagoths interrupted when they gathered us together and drove us to
the arena to witness the punishment of the slaves who killed the
guardsman. I wish now that I had not left the arena for by this time
my friends and I might have made good our escape, whereas this delay
may mean the wrecking of all our plans, which depended for their
consummation upon the continued sleep of the three Mahars who lay in
the pit beneath the building in which we were confined."
"You would return to captivity?" cried Ja.
"My friends are there," I replied, "the only friends I have in
Pellucidar, except yourself. What else may I do under the
He thought for a moment in silence. Then he shook his head sorrowfully.
"It is what a brave man and a good friend should do," he said; "yet it
seems most foolish, for the Mahars will most certainly condemn you to
death for running away, and so you will be accomplishing nothing for
your friends by returning. Never
And now the English King had put upon him such an insult as might only be wiped out by blood.Page 9
"Ha, Sir Jules," laughed the old gardener, "Virtue and Vice be twin sisters who come running to do the bidding of the same father, Desire.Page 36
He had become a power to reckon with in the fast culminating quarrel between King Henry and his foreign favorites on one side, and the Saxon and Norman barons on the other.Page 49
He did not know the meaning of love, and so he could not know that he loved Bertrade de Montfort.Page 51
"One garment was all that Norman of Torn would permit him, and as the sun was hot overhead, he selected for the Bishop a bassinet for that single article of apparel, to protect his tonsured pate from the rays of old sol.Page 52
What has he ever been other than outcast and outlaw? What hopes could you have engendered in his breast greater than to be hated and feared among his blood enemies?" "I knowst not thy reasons, old man," replied the priest, "for devoting thy life to the ruining of his, and what I guess at be such as I dare not voice; but.Page 53
Father Claude looked up to see the tall figure of Norman of Torn, and his face lighted with a pleased smile of.Page 54
Ah, my boy, why wilt thou not give up this wicked life of thine? It has never been my way to scold or chide thee, yet always hath my heart ached for each crime laid at the door of Norman of Torn.Page 60
Dismounting, Henry de Montfort examined the bodies of the fallen men.Page 80
" "Stop!" cried the girl.Page 82
"It would seem that Henry," said the priest, "by his continued breaches of both the spirit and letter of the Oxford Statutes, is but urging the barons to resort to arms; and the fact that he virtually forced Prince Edward to take up arms against Humphrey de Bohun last fall, and to carry the ravages of war throughout the Welsh border provinces, convinces me that he be, by this time, well equipped to resist De Montfort and his associates.Page 95
And then the great royalist Earl, the chosen friend of the King, took the fair white throat between his great fingers, and the lust of blood supplanted the lust of love, for he would have killed her in his rage.Page 100
They were upon the highroad now, but he did not put her down.Page 114
" "I fear, my son," said the priest, "that what seed of reverence I have attempted to plant within thy breast hath borne poor fruit.Page 126
Norman of Torn searched the castle for the one he sought, but, finding it entirely deserted, continued his eastward march.Page 129
Some one broke into hysterical laughter, a woman sobbed, and then Norman of Torn, wiping his blade upon the rushes of the floor as he had done upon another occasion in that same hall, spoke quietly to the master of Leybourn.Page 132
" "Certainly, my friend," replied Philip.Page 136
and stood with his left hand ungauntleted, resting upon the table's edge.Page 138
In silence she replaced the golden band upon his finger, and then she lifted her eyes to his.Page 143
Keep thy cattle back, out of my way.