their mad retreat before they
stumbled, weak and trembling, into the banquet hall of O-Tar. At sight
of them the warriors who had remained with the jeddak leaped to their
feet with drawn swords, thinking that their fellows were pursued by
many enemies; but no one followed them into the room, and the three
chieftains came and stood before O-Tar with bowed heads and trembling
"Well?" demanded the jeddak. "What ails you? Speak!"
"O-Tar," cried one of them when at last he could master his voice.
"When have we three failed you in battle or combat? Have our swords
been not always among the foremost in defense of your safety and your
"Have I denied this?" demanded O-Tar.
"Listen, then, O Jeddak, and judge us with leniency. We followed the
two slaves to the apartments of O-Mai the Cruel. We entered the
accursed chambers and still we did not falter. We came at last to that
horrid chamber no human eye had scanned before in fifty centuries and
we looked upon the dead face of O-Mai lying as he has lain for all this
time. To the very death chamber of O-Mai the Cruel we came and yet we
were ready to go farther; when suddenly there broke upon our horrified
ears the moans and the shrieking that mark these haunted chambers and
the hangings moved and rustled in the dead air. O-Tar, it was more than
human nerves could endure. We turned and fled. We threw away our swords
and fought with one another to escape. With sorrow, but without shame,
I tell it, for there be no man in all Manator that would not have done
the same. If these slaves be Corphals they are safe among their fellow
ghosts. If they be not Corphals, then already are they dead in the
chambers of O-Mai, and there may they rot for all of me, for I would
not return to that accursed spot for the harness of a jeddak and the
half of Barsoom for an empire. I have spoken."
O-Tar knitted his scowling brows. "Are all my chieftains cowards and
cravens?" he demanded presently in sneering tones.
From among those who had not been of the searching party a chieftain
arose and turned a scowling face upon O-Tar.
"The jeddak knows," he said, "that in the annals of Manator her jeddaks
have ever been accounted the bravest of her warriors. Where my jeddak
leads I will follow, nor may any jeddak call me a coward or a craven
unless I refuse to go where he dares to go. I have spoken."
Then, casting off, he rowed slowly up the Thames until, below the palace walls, he moored near to the little postern gate which let into the lower end of the garden.Page 24
One sinewy hand shot to the rope just beneath the black chin--the other grasped a slim, pointed ear.Page 25
"It be nigh onto sunset now, and we care not to sleep out again this night as we did the last.Page 26
We were overtaken by as severe a thunder storm as I have ever seen, of which the King was in such abject fear that he commanded that we land at the Bishop of Durham's palace opposite which we then were.Page 43
Their heavy-burdened animals could never o'ertake your fleet palfrey.Page 45
While stories were abroad of his vile treatment of women captives, there was no truth in them.Page 46
"A gentleman of France.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 61
A half hour later, she entered the great hall of the castle of Peter of Colfax.Page 67
Your sister is not here.Page 70
It struck him below the knees and toppled him to the floor just as the knight's sword passed through the throat of his final antagonist.Page 71
For years that name had been the symbol of fierce cruelty, and mad hatred against her kind.Page 74
" "Dares Norman of Torn enter the castle of Simon de Montfort--thinks he that I keep a robbers' roost!" cried the fierce old warrior.Page 93
He carried the little thing to the window, and in the waning light made it out to be a golden hair ornament set with precious stones, but he could not tell if the little strand of silken hair were black or brown.Page 94
He was a man-at-arms, and at his side hung a sword.Page 104
And it was this vile person who came in time to save the young woman from the noble flower of knighthood that would have ruined her young life.Page 115
Though he had never formally espoused the cause of the barons, it now seemed a matter of little doubt but that, in any crisis, his grisly banner would be found on their side.Page 120
" A search of the cottage revealed the fact that it had been ransacked thoroughly by the assassin.Page 129
"I would borrow yon golden platter, My Lord.Page 142
And to those who watched, it was as though the young officer of the Guard had not come within reach of that terrible blade ere he lay dead upon the floor, and then the point of death passed into the lungs of one of the men-at-arms, scarcely pausing ere it pierced the heart of a third.