quite as had their host. Barbara Harding seemed particularly taken with
the Count de Cadenet, insisting that he join those who occupied her
car, and so it was that the second officer of the Halfmoon rode out of
Honolulu in pleasant conversation with the object of his visit to the
Barbara Harding found De Cadenet an interesting man. There was no
corner of the globe however remote with which he was not to some degree
familiar. He was well read, and possessed the ability to discuss what
he had read intelligently and entertainingly. There was no evidence of
moodiness in him now. He was the personification of affability, for was
he not monopolizing the society of a very beautiful, and very wealthy
The day's outing had two significant results. It put into the head of
the second mate of the Halfmoon that which would have caused his skipper
and the retiring Mr. Divine acute mental perturbation could they have
guessed it; and it put De Cadenet into possession of information which
necessitated his refusing the urgent invitation to dine upon the yacht,
Lotus, that evening--the information that the party would sail the
following morning en route to Manila.
"I cannot tell you," he said to Mr. Harding, "how much I regret
the circumstance that must rob me of the pleasure of accepting your
invitation. Only absolute necessity, I assure you, could prevent me
being with you as long as possible," and though he spoke to the girl's
father he looked directly into the eyes of Barbara Harding.
A young woman of less experience might have given some outward
indication of the effect of this speech upon her, but whether she was
pleased or otherwise the Count de Cadenet could not guess, for she
merely voiced the smiling regrets that courtesy demanded.
They left De Cadenet at his hotel, and as he bid them farewell the man
turned to Barbara Harding with a low aside.
"I shall see you again, Miss Harding," he said, "very, very soon."
She could not guess what was in his mind as he voiced this rather, under
the circumstances, unusual statement. Could she have, the girl would
have been terror-stricken; but she saw that in his eyes which she could
translate, and she wondered many times that evening whether she were
pleased or angry with the message it conveyed.
The moment De Cadenet entered the hotel he hurried to the room where the
impatient Mr. Ward awaited him.
"Quick!" he cried. "We must bundle out of here posthaste. They sail
tomorrow morning. Your duties as valet have been light and short-lived;
Had a French king struck him, De Vac would have struck back, and gloried in the fate which permitted him to die for the honor of France; but an English King--pooh! a dog;.Page 8
So it be well for you, my Lord, to pay old Til well and add a few guilders for the peace of her tongue if you would that your prisoner find peace in old Til's house.Page 20
At first the child was horror-struck, but when he turned to the little old woman for sympathy he found a grim smile upon her thin lips.Page 22
It was still an imposing room.Page 23
As the road led them winding higher into the hills, they suddenly emerged upon the downs below the castle where a sight met their eyes which caused them to draw rein and watch in admiration.Page 30
Sometimes the old man accompanied.Page 33
Only once before had he fought to the death, but that once had taught him the love of it, and ever after until his death, it marked his manner of fighting; so that men who loathed and hated and feared him were as one with those who loved him in acknowledging that never before had God joined in the human frame absolute supremacy with the sword and such utter fearlessness.Page 37
" CHAPTER VII It was a beautiful spring day in May, 1262, that Norman of Torn rode alone down the narrow trail that led to the pretty cottage with which he had replaced the hut of his old friend, Father Claude.Page 51
Together they rode north, but thy son did not say whither or for what purpose.Page 66
replied with haughty scorn.Page 77
" The man laughed.Page 87
He did not dream that either looked upon him with any warmer sentiment than the sweet friendliness which was as new to him as love--how could he mark the line between or foresee the terrible price of his ignorance! Mary de Stutevill saw and she thought the man but fickle and shallow in matters of the heart--many there were, she knew, who were thus.Page 98
Before, he had only feared that Joan de Tany loved him, now he knew it, and while he marvelled that so wondrous a creature could feel love for him, again he blamed himself, and felt sorrow for them both; for he did not return her love nor could he imagine a love strong enough to survive the knowledge that it was possessed by the Devil.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 107
" The entire party looked with startled astonishment upon him, for none of them had ever seen this bold raider whom all the nobility and gentry of England feared and hated.Page 120
"This be over-close to the Castle Torn and there may easily be more treachery than truth in the message which called thee thither.Page 122
He, left alone, had promptly fallen asleep, and thus De Montfort's men found and captured him within sight of the bell-tower of the Priory of Lewes, where the King and his royal allies lay peacefully asleep, after their night of wine and dancing and song.Page 127
Tense silence for a moment held the room in the stillness of a sepulchre, and then a woman shrieked, and fell prone across the table.Page 135
At one end was an open hearth upon which logs were burning brightly, while a single lamp aided in diffusing a soft glow about the austere chamber.Page 139
"For my sake," she pleaded.