hostile appearance of their visitors, but before a blow
could be struck, Norman of Torn, grasping his sword in his right hand,
raised his left aloft in a gesture for silence.
"Hold!" he cried, and, turning directly to Roger de Leybourn, "I have
no quarrel with thee, My Lord, but again I come for a guest within thy
halls. Methinks thou hast as bad taste in whom thou entertains as didst
thy fair lady."
"Who be ye, that thus rudely breaks in upon the peace of my castle, and
makes bold to insult my guests?" demanded Roger de Leybourn.
"Who be I! If you wait, you shall see my mark upon the forehead of yon
grinning baboon," replied the outlaw, pointing a mailed finger at one
who had been seated close to De Leybourn.
All eyes turned in the direction that the rigid finger of the outlaw
indicated, and there indeed was a fearful apparition of a man. With
livid face he stood, leaning for support against the table; his craven
knees wabbling beneath his fat carcass; while his lips were drawn apart
against his yellow teeth in a horrid grimace of awful fear.
"If you recognize me not, Sir Roger," said Norman of Torn, drily, "it is
evident that your honored guest hath a better memory."
At last the fear-struck man found his tongue, and, though his eyes never
left the menacing figure of the grim, iron-clad outlaw, he addressed the
master of Leybourn; shrieking in a high, awe-emasculated falsetto:
"Seize him! Kill him! Set your men upon him! Do you wish to live another
moment, draw and defend yourselves for he be the Devil of Torn, and
there be a great price upon his head.
"Oh, save me, save me! for he has come to kill me," he ended in a
The Devil of Torn! How that name froze the hearts of the assembled
The Devil of Torn! Slowly the men standing there at the board of Sir
Roger de Leybourn grasped the full purport of that awful name.
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.
She had seen the mark of the Devil of Torn upon the dead brow of her
And then Roger de Leybourn spoke:
"Norman of Torn, but once before have you entered within the walls of
Leybourn, and then you did, in the service of another, a great service
for the house of Leybourn; and you stayed the night, an honored guest.
But a moment since, you said that you
The tradesman and his clerk clank with their martial trappings as they pursue their vocations.Page 16
Drawing a cunningly wrought key from his pocket-pouch, he removed the cover of the right-hand dial of the controlling destination compass.Page 19
The green man was hurrying his captive toward a huge thoat that browsed upon the ochre vegetation of the once scarlet-gorgeous plaza.Page 26
Carthoris had followed the creature for but a few minutes when it disappeared as suddenly and mysteriously as though dissolved into thin air.Page 27
Another banth had entered the passageway on HIS trail! His position was anything but pleasant.Page 46
"We picture many of our own defenders killed that the Torquasians may not guess that there are really no flesh and blood creatures opposing them.Page 47
"There is no real food or water in Lothar," he said; "nor has there been for countless ages.Page 53
"If you will not be my queen," he said, "you shall be my slave.Page 56
"Die!" and then he turned toward the exit at his back.Page 66
" "Which way went they?" asked Carthoris.Page 67
He realized, of course, that the trick which had laid suspicion upon him would greatly delay the discovery of the truth, but little did he guess to what vast proportions had the results of the villainy of Astok of Dusar already grown.Page 73
Here Carthoris found considerable difficulty in subduing the second thoat, and as Kar Komak had never before ridden one of the beasts, it seemed a most hopeless job; but at last the bowman managed to scramble to the sleek back, and again the two beasts fled softly down the moss-grown avenues toward the open sea-bottom beyond the city.Page 82
not admit even to herself that she loved him, and yet she had permitted him to apply to her that term of endearment and possession to which a Barsoomian maid should turn deaf ears when voiced by other lips than those of her husband or fiance--"my princess.Page 84
"If we had her here, Astok," he exclaimed fiercely.Page 85
With white face and shaking limbs he made his way to his own palace.Page 88
Should they suspect his loyalty (and the loyalty of an impressed panthan was always open to suspicion), he might not find an opportunity to elude their vigilance until after the termination of the war, which might occur within days, or, again, only after long and weary years of bloodshed.Page 92
" "Let the recruits wait," said Astok.Page 102
" A shout arose from the deck of the Kaolian warship.Page 109