"I see no one in it."
I was stripping off my clothes, and Delcarte soon followed my example.
I told Taylor to remain on shore with the clothing and rifles. He
might also serve us better there, since it would give him an
opportunity to take a shot at Snider should the man discover us and
With powerful strokes we swam out in the path of the oncoming launch.
Being a stronger swimmer than Delcarte, I soon was far in the lead,
reaching the center of the channel just as the launch bore down upon
me. It was drifting broadside on. I seized the gunwale and raised
myself quickly, so that my chin topped the side. I expected a blow the
moment that I came within the view of the occupants, but no blow fell.
Snider lay upon his back in the bottom of the boat alone. Even before
I had clambered in and stooped above him I knew that he was dead.
Without examining him further, I ran forward to the control board and
pressed the starting button. To my relief, the mechanism
responded--the launch was uninjured. Coming about, I picked up
Delcarte. He was astounded at the sight that met his eyes, and
immediately fell to examining Snider's body for signs of life or an
explanation of the manner in which he met his death.
The fellow had been dead for hours--he was cold and still. But
Delcarte's search was not without results, for above Snider's heart was
a wound, a slit about an inch in length--such a slit as a sharp knife
would make, and in the dead fingers of one hand was clutched a strand
of long brown hair--Victory's hair was brown.
They say that dead men tell no tales, but Snider told the story of his
end as clearly as though the dead lips had parted and poured forth the
truth. The beast had attacked the girl, and she had defended her honor.
We buried Snider beside the Rhine, and no stone marks his last resting
place. Beasts do not require headstones.
Then we set out in the launch, turning her nose upstream. When I had
told Delcarte and Taylor that I intended searching for the girl,
neither had demurred.
"We had her wrong in our thoughts," said Delcarte, "and the least that
we can do in expiation is to find and rescue her."
We called her name aloud every few minutes as we motored up the river,
but, though we returned all the way to
Later it was forgotten.Page 1
Henry III had always been accounted a good swordsman, but that day he quite outdid himself and, in his imagination, was about to run the pseudo De Montfort through the heart, to the wild acclaim of his audience.Page 3
How he had left France and entered the service of John of England is not of this story.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 18
My teeth do not pain me at all.Page 19
Strange sights filled the days for the little boy who remembered nothing outside the bare attic of his London home and the dirty London alleys that he had traversed only by night.Page 28
Never in all his long years of fighting had he faced such an agile and dexterous enemy, and as they backed this way and that about the room, great beads of sweat stood upon the brow of Paul of Merely, for he realized that he was fighting for his life against a superior swordsman.Page 31
The hut was occupied by an old priest, and as the boy in armor pushed in, without the usual formality of knocking, the old man looked up with an expression of annoyance and disapproval.Page 34
"Man or devil! By the Pope's hind leg, who and what be ye?" he said, turning to Norman of Torn.Page 47
" "But such.Page 55
How be it thou so soon has changed thy mind?" "Yes, Bertrade, he was indeed respectful then, but who knows what horrid freak his mind may take, and they do say that he be cruel beyond compare.Page 67
"WHAT MEANS THIS? Who has been upon the road, attacking women, in my absence? You were here and in charge during my visit to my Lord de Grey.Page 77
"How many men be ye, Roger de Conde? With raised visor, you could pass in the King's court for the King's son; and in manner, and form, and swordsmanship, and your visor lowered, you might easily be hanged for Norman of Torn.Page 102
" Together they rode into the courtyard, where all was bustle and excitement.Page 111
That Norman of Torn was an outlaw she might have forgiven, but that he was, according to report, a low fellow of no birth placed an impassable barrier between them.Page 125
In this, Norman of Torn and.Page 129
"I would borrow yon golden platter, My Lord.Page 132
If Bertrade de Montfort loved this handsome French prince, then Norman of Torn was his friend; for his love was a great love, above jealousy.Page 143
of sadness and finality in her voice; but her eyes met his squarely and bravely.Page 149
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