they sprang were crowned with a luxuriant growth
of golden hair, but for many ages the present race has been entirely
bald. The wig, however, has come to be a part of their apparel, and so
important a part do they consider it that it is cause for the deepest
disgrace were a thern to appear in public without it."
In another moment I stood garbed in the habiliments of a Holy Thern.
At Thuvia's suggestion two of the released prisoners bore the body of
the dead thern upon their shoulders with us as we continued our journey
toward the storeroom, which we reached without further mishap.
Here the keys which Thuvia bore from the dead thern of the prison vault
were the means of giving us immediate entrance to the chamber, and very
quickly we were thoroughly outfitted with arms and ammunition.
By this time I was so thoroughly fagged out that I could go no further,
so I threw myself upon the floor, bidding Tars Tarkas to do likewise,
and cautioning two of the released prisoners to keep careful watch.
In an instant I was asleep.
CORRIDORS OF PERIL
How long I slept upon the floor of the storeroom I do not know, but it
must have been many hours.
I was awakened with a start by cries of alarm, and scarce were my eyes
opened, nor had I yet sufficiently collected my wits to quite realize
where I was, when a fusillade of shots rang out, reverberating through
the subterranean corridors in a series of deafening echoes.
In an instant I was upon my feet. A dozen lesser therns confronted us
from a large doorway at the opposite end of the storeroom from which we
had entered. About me lay the bodies of my companions, with the
exception of Thuvia and Tars Tarkas, who, like myself, had been asleep
upon the floor and thus escaped the first raking fire.
As I gained my feet the therns lowered their wicked rifles, their faces
distorted in mingled chagrin, consternation, and alarm.
Instantly I rose to the occasion.
"What means this?" I cried in tones of fierce anger. "Is Sator Throg
to be murdered by his own vassals?"
"Have mercy, O Master of the Tenth Cycle!" cried one of the fellows,
while the others edged toward the doorway as though to attempt a
surreptitious escape from the presence of the mighty one.
"Ask them their mission here," whispered Thuvia at my elbow.
"What do you here, fellows?" I cried.
"Two from the outer world are at large within the dominions of the
Brus, like the other palace servants, considered De Vac a loyal retainer of the house of Plantagenet.Page 10
"Come, My Lord Prince," urged De Vac, "methinks the butterfly did but alight without the wall, we can have it and return within the garden in an instant.Page 26
Think you he looks so high as the throne itself?" "Not so," cried the oldest of the knights.Page 31
There was no bite in the tones of his good-natured retort, and so, smiling, the boy raised his visor.Page 39
Fifteen hundred war horses, beside five hundred sumpter beasts, were quartered in the great stables, while the east court was alive with cows, oxen, goats, sheep, pigs, rabbits and chickens.Page 46
"It is the first command I have obeyed since I turned sixteen, Bertrade de Montfort," he said.Page 48
"An' speaking of the Devil," said the Baron, "how think you he will side should the King eventually force war upon the barons? With his thousand hell-hounds, the fate of England might well be in the palm of his bloody hand.Page 53
As thou hast been his bad angel, so shall I try to be his good angel, and when all is said and done and Norman of Torn swings from the King's gibbet, as I only too well fear he must, there will be more to mourn his loss than there be to curse him.Page 80
" "There has been some misunderstanding on your part, My Lord," spoke Norman of Torn, quietly and without apparent anger or excitement.Page 100
Slowly his arms relaxed, and gently and reverently he lowered Joan de Tany to the ground.Page 114
The question I would ask, is, dost wholly trust the old man whom thou call father?" "I know of no treachery," replied the outlaw, "which he hath ever conceived against me.Page 116
"And, as you doubtless cannot read, I will read the King's commands to you.Page 126
The hall was filled with knights and gentlewomen and house servants and men-at-arms.Page 128
" When they had forced a goblet of the fiery liquid upon him, Peter of Colfax regained his lost nerve enough so that he could raise his sword arm and defend himself and, as the fumes circulated through him, and the primal instinct of self-preservation asserted itself, he put up a more and more creditable fight, until those who watched thought that he might indeed have a chance to vanquish the Outlaw of Torn.Page 130
The fellow gathered up the head of Peter of Colfax, and placed it upon the golden platter.Page 131
It had been my intention to ride to Torn for that purpose so soon as we reached Leicester, but the Earl changed all our plans by his victory and only yesterday, on his orders, the Princess Eleanor, his wife, with the Lady Bertrade, rode to Battel, where Simon de Montfort and the King are to be today.Page 139
" "Sh!" she whispered, suddenly, "methinks I hear footsteps.Page 145
"De Vac!" he exclaimed.Page 147
"Madame!" exclaimed the surprised man.Page 149
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