drawing his hind quarters far beneath his tawny
body, gathering himself for the sudden charge and the savage assault.
His eyes shot hungry fire. His great muscles quivered to the
excitement of the moment.
Pacco came a little nearer, halted, snorted, and wheeled. There was a
pattering of scurrying hoofs and the herd was gone; but Numa, the lion,
moved not. He was familiar with the ways of Pacco, the zebra. He knew
that he would return, though many times he might wheel and fly before
he summoned the courage to lead his harem and his offspring to the
water. There was the chance that Pacco might be frightened off
entirely. Numa had seen this happen before, and so he became almost
rigid lest he be the one to send them galloping, waterless, back to the
Again and again came Pacco and his family, and again and again did they
turn and flee; but each time they came closer to the river, until at
last the plump stallion dipped his velvet muzzle daintily into the
water. The others, stepping warily, approached their leader. Numa
selected a sleek, fat filly and his flaming eyes burned greedily as
they feasted upon her, for Numa, the lion, loves scarce anything better
than the meat of Pacco, perhaps because Pacco is, of all the
grass-eaters, the most difficult to catch.
Slowly the lion rose, and as he rose, a twig snapped beneath one of his
great, padded paws. Like a shot from a rifle he charged upon the
filly; but the snapped twig had been enough to startle the timorous
quarry, so that they were in instant flight simultaneously with Numa's
The stallion was last, and with a prodigious leap, the lion catapulted
through the air to seize him; but the snapping twig had robbed Numa of
his dinner, though his mighty talons raked the zebra's glossy rump,
leaving four crimson bars across the beautiful coat.
It was an angry Numa that quitted the river and prowled, fierce,
dangerous, and hungry, into the jungle. Far from particular now was
his appetite. Even Dango, the hyena, would have seemed a tidbit to
that ravenous maw. And in this temper it was that the lion came upon
the tribe of Kerchak, the great ape.
One does not look for Numa, the lion, this late in the morning. He
should be lying up asleep beside his last night's kill by now; but Numa
had made no kill last night. He was still hunting, hungrier than ever.
The anthropoids were
De Montfort's bold challenge was to them but little short of sacrilege.Page 12
It was two days before the absence of De Vac was noted, and then it was that one of the lords in waiting to the King reminded his majesty of the episode of the fencing bout, and a motive for the abduction of the King's little son became apparent.Page 13
"Take me back to the King's, my father's palace.Page 27
I have no name.Page 28
The din of their clashing swords and the heavy breathing of the older man were the only sounds, except as they brushed against a bench or.Page 41
Presently, one of the knights detached himself from the melee and rode to her side with some word of command, at the same time grasping roughly at her bridle rein.Page 47
"That fiend, Norman the Devil, with his filthy pack of cut-throats, besieged us for ten days, and then took the castle by storm and sacked it.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 60
Dismounting, Henry de Montfort examined the bodies of the fallen men.Page 71
The knight perceived his absence at the same time, but he only laughed a low, grim laugh.Page 89
"I asked, who be ye? Answer, and be quick about it.Page 94
Slowly and feebly he raised it high above the back of the man on top of him; with a last supreme effort he drove the point downward, but ere it reached its goal, there was a sharp snapping sound as of a broken bone, the dagger fell harmlessly from his dead hand, and his head rolled backward upon his broken neck.Page 95
It would have been short shrift for John de Fulm had not some of his men heard the fracas, and rushed to his aid.Page 98
He did not, for there was always the vision of Bertrade de Montfort before him; and now another vision arose that would effectually have sealed his lips had not the other--he saw the Outlaw of Torn dangling by his neck from a wooden gibbet.Page 104
"Keep the fellow here till last, Shandy," said the outlaw, "till all be in, an' if there be any signs of treachery, stick him through the gizzard--death thus be slower and more painful.Page 107
The outlaw was speaking to his captains in council; at his side the old man of Torn.Page 116
until he had but just received it.Page 137
That, when you think of me, it will always be with loathing and contempt is the best that I can hope.Page 140
And so as they passed the guard room, the party was increased by twenty men-at-arms.Page 143
"No, thou must not do this thing, my friend," he said.