Tara of Helium and the slave
girl, Lan-O. He seized the former roughly by a shoulder. "Stand!" he
commanded. Tara struck his hand from her and rising, backed away.
"Lay not your hand upon the person of a princess of Helium, beast!" she
E-Med laughed. "Think you that I play at jetan for you without first
knowing something of the stake for which I play?" he demanded. "Come
The girl drew herself to her full height, folding her arms across her
breast, nor did E-Med note that the slim fingers of her right hand were
inserted beneath the broad leather strap of her harness where it passed
over her left shoulder.
"And O-Tar learns of this you shall rue it, E-Med," cried the slave
girl; "there be no law in Manator that gives you this girl before you
shall have won her fairly."
"What cares O-Tar for her fate?" replied E-Med. "Have I not heard? Did
she not flout the great jeddak, heaping abuse upon him? By my first
ancestor, I think O-Tar might make a jed of the man who subdued her,"
and again he advanced toward Tara.
"Wait!" said the girl in low, even tone. "Perhaps you know not what you
do. Sacred to the people of Helium are the persons of the women of
Helium. For the honor of the humblest of them would the great jeddak
himself unsheathe his sword. The greatest nations of Barsoom have
trembled to the thunders of war in defense of the person of Dejah
Thoris, my mother. We are but mortal and so may die; but we may not be
defiled. You may play at jetan for a princess of Helium, but though you
may win the match, never may you claim the reward. If thou wouldst
possess a dead body press me too far, but know, man of Manator, that
the blood of The Warlord flows not in the veins of Tara of Helium for
naught. I have spoken."
"I know naught of Helium and O-Tar is our warlord," replied E-Med; "but
I do know that I would examine more closely the prize that I shall play
for and win. I would test the lips of her who is to be my slave after
the next games; nor is it well, woman, to drive me too far to anger."
His eyes narrowed as he spoke, his visage taking on the semblance of
that of a snarling beast. "If you doubt the truth of my words ask
Lan-O, the slave girl."
"He speaks truly, O woman of Helium," interjected Lan-O. "Try not the
temper of E-Med, if
Sweet, kind, delectable vengeance, indeed! And the old man licked his thin lips as though to taste the last sweet vestige of some dainty morsel.Page 11
Then, with a bound, he leaped between Lady Maud and the gate, so that she could not retreat into the garden and give the alarm.Page 16
CHAPTER V For three years following the disappearance of Prince Richard, a bent old woman lived in the heart of London within a stone's throw of the King's palace.Page 19
" "I hate the King," replied the little boy.Page 24
"Look! He is up again and the boy still clings as tightly to him as his own black hide.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 38
" The young man gave the matter but little thought, usually passing it off as the foolish whim of an old dotard; but he humored it nevertheless.Page 57
Make up thy mind; it be nothing to me other than my revenge, and if thou wilst not do it, I shall hire the necessary ruffians and then not even thou shalt see Bertrade de Montfort more.Page 86
I cared only to know that she is well, and, I hope, happy.Page 87
could not well be blamed," said Joan de Tany, generously.Page 88
The letter contained this brief message: "The tall knight in gray with closed helm is Norman of.Page 90
Five swords were flashing about the outlaw, but his blade was equal to the thrust and one after another of his assailants crumpled up in their saddles as his leaping point found their vitals.Page 94
That was enough for the Devil of Torn--it was a sword he craved most; and, ere the fellow could assure his slow wits that the cot was empty, steel fingers closed upon his throat, and he went down beneath the giant form of the outlaw.Page 95
laid his vandal hands upon Joan de Tany, she turned upon him like a tigress.Page 105
The Baron advanced with outstretched hand.Page 118
raged and stormed, swearing by all the saints in the calendar that Norman of Torn should hang for his effrontery before the snow flew again.Page 121
At almost the same hour, the monks of the Abbey of Leicester performed the last rites of Holy Church for the peace of the soul of Father Claude and consigned his clay to the churchyard.Page 139
What shall we do, Norman? Where shall we meet again?" "We shall not be separated, Bertrade; only so long as it may take thee to gather a few trinkets, and fetch thy riding cloak.Page 141
" "Come, come," cried the King.Page 145