"Good-bye," he answered, smiling.
The priests seized her and dragged her away. Lu-don handed the
sacrificial knife to Obergatz. "I am the Great God," cried the German,
"thus falleth the divine wrath upon all my enemies!" He looked up at
the sun and then raised the knife high above his head.
"Thus die the blasphemers of God!" he screamed, and at the same instant
a sharp staccato note rang out above the silent, spell-bound multitude.
There was a screaming whistle in the air and Jad-ben-Otho crumpled
forward across the body of his intended victim. Again the same alarming
noise and Lu-don fell, a third and Mo-sar crumpled to the ground. And
now the warriors and the people, locating the direction of this new and
unknown sound turned toward the western end of the court.
Upon the summit of the temple wall they saw two figures--a Ho-don
warrior and beside him an almost naked creature of the race of
Tarzan-jad-guru, across his shoulders and about his hips were strange
broad belts studded with beautiful cylinders that glinted in the
mid-day sun, and in his hands a shining thing of wood and metal from
the end of which rose a thin wreath of blue-gray smoke.
And then the voice of the Ho-don warrior rang clear upon the ears of
the silent throng. "Thus speaks the true Jad-ben-Otho," he cried,
"through this his Messenger of Death. Cut the bonds of the prisoners.
Cut the bonds of the Dor-ul-Otho and of Ja-don, King of Pal-ul-don, and
of the woman who is the mate of the son of god."
Pan-sat, filled with the frenzy of fanaticism saw the power and the
glory of the regime he had served crumpled and gone. To one and only
one did he attribute the blame for the disaster that had but just
overwhelmed him. It was the creature who lay upon the sacrificial altar
who had brought Lu-don to his death and toppled the dreams of power
that day by day had been growing in the brain of the under priest.
The sacrificial knife lay upon the altar where it had fallen from the
dead fingers of Obergatz. Pan-sat crept closer and then with a sudden
lunge he reached forth to seize the handle of the blade, and even as
his clutching fingers were poised above it, the strange thing in the
hands of the strange creature upon the temple wall cried out its
crashing word of doom and Pan-sat the under priest, screaming, fell
back upon the dead body of his master.
"Seize all the priests," cried Ta-den to the warriors, "and let none
THE OUTLAW OF TORN By Edgar Rice Burroughs To My Friend JOSEPH E.Page 7
The daughter of the devil welcomes her brother.Page 8
Slipping the key into the pocket of his tunic and covering the bundle with his long surcoat, De Vac stepped out into the darkness of the alley and hastened toward the dock.Page 22
A huge bat circled wildly with loud fluttering wings in evident remonstrance at this rude intrusion.Page 32
A swine of God fattened upon the sweat of such poor, honest devils as we, and a young shoat who, by his looks, must have pieces of gold in his belt.Page 34
"I be your master and ye be my men," said Norman of Torn.Page 44
" So saying, he mounted his horse and was turning to retrace their steps down the road when he noticed the body of the.Page 61
" The girl paled, more in loathing and contempt than in fear, but the tones of her answer were calm and level.Page 70
For an instant, the girl stood frozen with horror, unable to move a finger or to cry out; but only for an instant, and then, regaining control of her muscles, she stooped quickly and, grasping a heavy foot-stool, hurled it full at Peter of Colfax.Page 71
There was a rapid shuffling sound as of the scurrying of rats and then the quiet of the tomb settled upon the great hall.Page 77
I know nothing of courts and care less, but be it man or maid to whom I speak, I say what is in my mind or I say nothing.Page 83
the Plantagenet King and the nobles and barons of his realm, thou be but serving as the cats-paw of another.Page 92
" "Then you refuse to release us?" said Joan de Tany.Page 107
on saving a queen's life that you ride on without turning your head, as though you had but driven a pack of curs from annoying a stray cat," said the Queen.Page 112
What a man did in those rough cruel days might be forgotten and forgiven but the sins of his mother or his grandfather in not being of noble blood, no matter howsoever wickedly attained, he might never overcome or live down.Page 116
"That is the day on which we were to ride south again.Page 117
" And crumpling the parchment in his hand, he advanced toward the royal emissary.Page 118
He knew what the result must be.Page 132
Opening it, she read: To Lady Bertrade de Montfort, from her friend, Norman of Torn.Page 143
Instantly, the sword of the young Prince leaped from its scabbard, and facing De Montfort and the others, he backed to the side of Norman of Torn.