I seized her hand, nor did I lift it
above her head and let it fall in token of release.
She had risen to her feet, and was looking straight into my eyes with
"I do not believe you," she said, "for if you meant it you would have
done this when the others were present to witness it--then I should
truly have been your mate; now there is no one to see you do it, for
you know that without witnesses your act does not bind you to me," and
she withdrew her hand from mine and turned away.
I tried to convince her that I was sincere, but she simply couldn't
forget the humiliation that I had put upon her on that other occasion.
"If you mean all that you say you will have ample chance to prove it,"
she said, "if Jubal does not catch and kill you. I am in your power,
and the treatment you accord me will be the best proof of your
intentions toward me. I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I
hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again."
Dian certainly was candid. There was no gainsaying that. In fact I
found candor and directness to be quite a marked characteristic of the
cave men of Pellucidar. Finally I suggested that we make some attempt
to gain my cave, where we might escape the searching Jubal, for I am
free to admit that I had no considerable desire to meet the formidable
and ferocious creature, of whose mighty prowess Dian had told me when I
first met her. He it was who, armed with a puny knife, had met and
killed a cave bear in a hand-to-hand struggle. It was Jubal who could
cast his spear entirely through the armored carcass of the sadok at
fifty paces. It was he who had crushed the skull of a charging dyryth
with a single blow of his war club. No, I was not pining to meet the
Ugly One--and it was quite certain that I should not go out and hunt for
him; but the matter was taken out of my hands very quickly, as is often
the way, and I did meet Jubal the Ugly One face to face.
This is how it happened. I had led Dian back along the ledge the way
she had come, searching for a path that would lead us to the top of the
"To visit Mag Tunk at the alley's end, by the river, My Lord," she replied, with more respect than she had been wont to accord him.Page 17
When the little boy was about six years of age, a strange man came to their attic home to visit the little old woman.Page 18
" Still the old woman hesitated.Page 28
" "No man lives who can harm me while a blade hangs at my side," answered the boy, "and as for doing as you bid, I take orders from no man other than my father.Page 34
Once in the open, they turned upon him, but he sprang into their midst with his seething blade, and it was as though they faced four men rather than one, so quickly did he parry a thrust here and return a cut there.Page 42
The charging steed was almost upon him and the knight looked to see the rider draw rein, but, like a black bolt, the mighty Sir Mortimer struck the other horse full upon the shoulder, and man and steed rolled in the dust of the roadway.Page 43
It was enough that she was a woman and in need of protection.Page 54
Canst thou hesitate, Norman of Torn?" The young man stood silent for a moment, then he drew.Page 86
"I guess it be better so," he said quietly.Page 97
"I thought that they had killed you, and all for me, for my foolish stubbornness.Page 102
You must be fair famished for good food and drink.Page 111
" "Oh, mother, but I love him so," moaned the girl.Page 115
so covered the public highways that it became a matter of grievous import to the King's party, for no one was safe in the district who even so much as sympathized with the King's cause, and many were the dead foreheads that bore the grim mark of the Devil of Torn.Page 116
" That same spring evening in the year 1264, a messenger drew rein before the walls of Torn and, to the challenge of the watch, cried: "A royal messenger from His Illustrious Majesty, Henry, by the grace of God, King of England, Lord of Ireland, Duke of Aquitaine, to Norman of Torn, Open, in the name of the King!" Norman of Torn directed that the King's messenger be admitted, and the knight was quickly ushered into the great hall of the castle.Page 120
"The secret of the little lost prince of England be a dangerous burden for a man to carry," he said.Page 122
Had it not been for an incident which now befell, the baronial army would doubtless have reached the city without being detected, but it happened that, the evening before, Henry had ordered a foraging party to ride forth at daybreak, as provisions for both men and beasts were low.Page 131
Therefore will the friend of Lady Bertrade de Montfort ride with Monsieur le Prince to his destination that Monsieur may arrive there safely.Page 132
" "Certainly, my friend," replied Philip.Page 135
To Norman of Torn, from his friend always, Bertrade de Montfort.Page 149
1843 gnetlemen gentlemen 185 20 fored, formed, 1866 to forces the forces 195 19 those father whose father 2172 precipitably precipitately 2175 litle little 221 30 Monfort Montfort 230 30 Montforth Montfort 245 15 muderer's murderer's The only changes that have been made to this text by Publisher's Choice Books and its General Manager/Editor have been the removal of all word-breaking hyphenation, and the occasional addition of a comma to separate certain phrases.