golden hair ornament set with precious stones,
and about it was wound a strand of her own silken tresses.
She looked long at the little trinkets and then, pressing them against
her lips, she threw herself face down upon an oaken bench, her lithe
young form racked with sobs.
She was indeed but a little girl chained by the inexorable bonds of
caste to a false ideal. Birth and station spelled honor to her, and
honor, to the daughter of an English noble, was a mightier force even
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.
For hours the girl lay sobbing upon the bench, whilst within her raged
the mighty battle of the heart against the head.
Thus her mother found her, and kneeling beside her, and with her arms
about the girl's neck, tried to soothe her and to learn the cause of
her sorrow. Finally it came, poured from the flood gates of a sorrowing
heart; that wave of bitter misery and hopelessness which not even a
mother's love could check.
"Joan, my dear daughter," cried Lady de Tany, "I sorrow with thee that
thy love has been cast upon so bleak and impossible a shore. But it be
better that thou hast learnt the truth ere it were too late; for, take
my word upon it, Joan, the bitter humiliation such an alliance must
needs have brought upon thee and thy father's house would soon have
cooled thy love; nor could his have survived the sneers and affronts
even the menials would have put upon him."
"Oh, mother, but I love him so," moaned the girl. "I did not know how
much until he had gone, and the King's officer had come to search for
him, and then the thought that all the power of a great throne and the
mightiest houses of an entire kingdom were turned in hatred against him
raised the hot blood of anger within me and the knowledge of my love
surged through all my being. Mother, thou canst not know the honor, and
the bravery, and the chivalry of the man as I do. Not since Arthur of
Silures kept his round table hath ridden forth upon English soil so true
a knight as Norman of Torn.
"Couldst thou but have seen him fight, my mother, and witnessed the
honor of his treatment of thy daughter, and heard the tone of dignified
respect in which he spoke of women thou wouldst have loved
"Jump!" I cried.Page 15
That was three months ago, and we haven't arrived yet; nor is there any likelihood that we ever shall.Page 22
We could not lie there in the middle of the Atlantic and starve to death if there was any way out of it.Page 25
"Do not thank me," she said coldly.Page 31
We were all asleep.Page 39
I know that I had this feeling, and I think that most of the others did.Page 43
We never counted the girl on either side, I suppose because she was a girl, though we knew well enough now that she was ours.Page 44
At sight of me a huge thing charged and climbed to the deck.Page 46
Olson's to get all the steaks for himself.Page 51
"Wot is hit, sir?" "It looks to me, Whitely, like an error," I said; "some assistant god who had been creating elephants must have been temporarily transferred to the lizard-department.Page 53
I had been calling Nobs in the meantime and was about to set out in search of him, fearing, to tell the truth, to do so lest I find him mangled and dead among the trees of the acacia grove, when he suddenly emerged from among the boles, his ears flattened, his tail between his legs and his body screwed into a suppliant S.Page 54
me!" I set off at a rapid run in the direction of the harbor.Page 62
He has been gone about three days; but the most startling thing I have on record is that von Schoenvorts and Olson while out hunting the other day discovered oil about fifteen miles north of us beyond the sandstone cliffs.Page 68
A considerable portion of both torso and limbs were covered with short hair, and their physical proportions were in many aspects apelike, though not so much so as were Ahm's.Page 69
I aimed at his heart and fired, and as he sprawled headlong to the ground, the others of his tribe, overcome by fright at the report of the pistol, scattered toward the cliffs--while Lys, with outstretched arms, ran toward me.Page 71
" "The he won't depart," I replied, and approached still nearer.Page 73
After a while they became less suspicious of us and then quite friendly in their brutish way.Page 76
Here again was a new type of man--a higher type than the primitive tribe I had just quitted.Page 80
"Come!" she said.Page 82
women must have returned from the pool; yet as I drew near, I saw no sign of life whatever.