The old man eyed his
companion narrowly through the eye slit in his helm.
"'Tis passing strange," said Norman of Torn but that was his only
comment. And so they joined the column which moved slowly down toward
the valley and as they passed the cottage of Father Claude, Norman of
Torn saw that the door was closed and that there was no sign of life
about the place. A wave of melancholy passed over him, for the deserted
aspect of the little flower-hedged cote seemed dismally prophetic of a
near future without the beaming, jovial face of his friend and adviser.
Scarcely had the horde of Torn passed out of sight down the east edge of
the valley ere a party of richly dressed knights, coming from the south
by another road along the west bank of the river, crossed over and drew
rein before the cottage of Father Claude.
As their hails were unanswered, one of the party dismounted to enter the
"Have a care, My Lord," cried his companion. "This be over-close to the
Castle Torn and there may easily be more treachery than truth in the
message which called thee thither."
"Fear not," replied Simon de Montfort, "the Devil of Torn hath no
quarrel with me." Striding up the little path, he knocked loudly on the
door. Receiving no reply, he pushed it open and stepped into the dim
light of the interior. There he found his host, the good father Claude,
stretched upon his back on the floor, the breast of his priestly robes
dark with dried and clotted blood.
Turning again to the door, De Montfort summoned a couple of his
"The secret of the little lost prince of England be a dangerous burden
for a man to carry," he said. "But this convinces me more than any words
the priest might have uttered that the abductor be still in England, and
possibly Prince Richard also."
A search of the cottage revealed the fact that it had been ransacked
thoroughly by the assassin. The contents of drawer and box littered
every room, though that the object was not rich plunder was evidenced by
many pieces of jewelry and money which remained untouched.
"The true object lies here," said De Montfort, pointing to the open
hearth upon which lay the charred remains of many papers and documents.
"All written evidence has been destroyed, but hold what lieth here
beneath the table?" and, stooping, the Earl of Leicester picked up
a sheet of parchment on which a letter had been commenced. It was
addressed to him, and he read it aloud:
Lest some unforeseen
"Here is shelter for one at least, John Carter," he said, and, glancing down, I saw an opening in the base of the tree about three feet in diameter.Page 29
Both were so nicely fitted into the adjacent portions of the floor and wall that no crack had been noticeable in the dim light of the chamber.Page 37
And again the Holy Thern on watch, should he see a victim he covets, often tramples upon the rights of the unreasoning brutes of the valley and takes his prize by foul means if he cannot gain it by fair.Page 53
At the same moment a girl's shriek rang out behind me and an instant later, as the blacks fell upon me.Page 57
Then I turned toward the distasteful work that lay before me.Page 66
Then it would mean short shrift for me.Page 78
Once without the chamber the doors closed behind us and I was bid to rise.Page 86
A long time afterward I heard a soft sound at the doorway leading to one of the other apartments, and, looking up, beheld the red Martian youth gazing intently at us.Page 90
"The first night that finds a small craft moored near the shore of Shador," I replied.Page 101
There is a strange sensation connected with an experience of that nature which is quite difficult to describe.Page 106
It is very marked when you fight--there is the same grim smile, the same maddening contempt for your adversary apparent in every movement of your bodies and in every changing expression of your faces.Page 109
"You are the first jumper I ever saw among the red men of Barsoom," I said.Page 115
Omean lies perhaps two miles below the surface crust of Mars.Page 117
Do you know what thing it was that convinced me more than all the others?" "What, my boy?" I asked.Page 123
As I drew closer to listen to their words a warrior entered the room from the hall beyond.Page 140
Tars Tarkas grieved for the loss of his daughter.Page 141
To take sides against him were equivalent to treason.Page 176
" I shuddered for fear of the cowardly revenge that I knew Issus might have taken upon the innocent Dejah Thoris for the sacrilege of her son and her husband.Page 183
Not for much longer would my lungs withstand the strain upon them.Page 188
Carthoris, where are the apartments of Issus?" "This way," cried the boy, and, without waiting to know that I had heard him, he dashed off at breakneck speed, further into the bowels of the temple.