And so, though I wished a thousand times that she was back in her camp,
I never let her guess it, but did all that lay within my power to serve
and protect her. I thank God now that I did so.
With the lions still padding back and forth beyond the closed door,
Victory and I crossed the room to one of the windows. I had outlined
my plan to her, and she had assured me that she could descend the ivy
without assistance. In fact, she smiled a trifle at my question.
Swinging myself outward, I began the descent, and had come to within a
few feet of the ground, being just opposite a narrow window, when I was
startled by a savage growl almost in my ear, and then a great taloned
paw darted from the aperture to seize me, and I saw the snarling face
of a lion within the embrasure.
Releasing my hold upon the ivy, I dropped the remaining distance to the
ground, saved from laceration only because the lion's paw struck the
thick stem of ivy.
The creature was making a frightful racket now, leaping back and forth
from the floor at the broad window ledge, tearing at the masonry with
his claws in vain attempts to reach me. But the opening was too
narrow, and the masonry too solid.
Victory had commenced the descent, but I called to her to stop just
above the window, and, as the lion reappeared, growling and snarling, I
put a .33 bullet in his face, and at the same moment Victory slipped
quickly past him, dropping into my upraised arms that were awaiting her.
The roaring of the beasts that had discovered us, together with the
report of my rifle, had set the balance of the fierce inmates of the
palace into the most frightful uproar I have ever heard.
I feared that it would not be long before intelligence or instinct
would draw them from the interiors and set them upon our trail, the
river. Nor had we much more than reached it when a lion bounded around
the corner of the edifice we had just quitted and stood looking about
as though in search of us.
Following, came others, while Victory and I crouched in hiding behind a
clump of bushes close to the bank of the river. The beasts sniffed
about the ground for a while, but they did not chance to go near the
spot where we had stood beneath the window that had given us escape.
Presently a black-maned
to learn the whereabouts of the old woman and the child, thy sister and her son you tell me they be, who you are so anxious to hide away in old Til's garret.Page 20
But English curs setting upon English swine.Page 22
A huge bat circled wildly with loud fluttering wings in evident remonstrance at this rude intrusion.Page 25
"We wouldst not harm thee--come, we but ask the way to the castle of De Stutevill.Page 28
" Beauchamp and Greystoke laughed aloud at the discomfiture of Paul of Merely, but the latter's face hardened in anger, and without further words he strode forward with outstretched hand to tear open the boy's leathern jerkin, but met with the gleaming point of a sword and a quick sharp, "En garde!" from the boy.Page 39
Nor did anyone dare ride rough shod over the territory which Norman of Torn patrolled.Page 47
"No wonder he keeps his helm closed.Page 67
words, and we cannot resort to arms, for you have us entirely in your power.Page 80
I shall return as I promised, and your word shall be law.Page 84
The old man eyed him closely.Page 85
The faces of the knights blanched, for they were ten against a thousand, and there were two women with them.Page 91
" "A De Tany, madam, were a great and valuable capture in these troublous times," replied the Earl, "and that alone were enough to necessitate my keeping you; but a beautiful De Tany is yet a different matter and.Page 92
His head ached horribly, and he felt sick and sore; but he managed to crawl from the cot on which he lay, and by steadying his swaying body with hands pressed against the wall, he was able to reach the door.Page 99
The chamber was quite empty save for the coffins in their niches, and some effigies in marble set at intervals about the walls.Page 106
Mud and rocks and rotten vegetables were being hurled at the little cavalcade, many of them barely missing the women of the party.Page 110
" "Which way rode he?" cried the officer.Page 119
Squires were running hither and thither, or aiding their masters to don armor, lacing helm to hauberk, tying the points of ailette, coude, and rondel; buckling cuisse and jambe to thigh and leg.Page 135
It was short and simple.Page 143
of sadness and finality in her voice; but her eyes met his squarely and bravely.Page 150
reasons of clarity: "chid" to "chide" "sword play" to "swordplay" "subtile" to "subtle".