upon his head?"
"The price has been there since I was eighteen," answered Norman of
Torn, "and yet my head be where it has always been. Can you blame me
if I look with levity upon the King's price? It be not heavy enough to
weigh me down; nor never has it held me from going where I listed in all
England. I am freer than the King, My Lord, for the King be a prisoner
Together they rode toward Battel, and as they talked, Norman of Torn
grew to like this brave and handsome gentleman. In his heart was no
rancor because of the coming marriage of the man to the woman he loved.
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.
It not only held her happiness above his own, but the happiness and
welfare of the man she loved, as well.
It was dusk when they reached Battel and as Norman of Torn bid the
prince adieu, for the horde was to make camp just without the city, he
"May I ask My Lord to carry a message to Lady Bertrade? It is in
reference to a promise I made her two years since and which I now, for
the first time, be able to fulfill."
"Certainly, my friend," replied Philip. The outlaw, dismounting, called
upon one of his squires for parchment, and, by the light of a torch,
wrote a message to Bertrade de Montfort.
Half an hour later, a servant in the castle of Battel handed the missive
to the daughter of Leicester as she sat alone in her apartment. Opening
it, she read:
To Lady Bertrade de Montfort, from her friend, Norman of Torn.
Two years have passed since you took the hand of the Outlaw of Torn in
friendship, and now he comes to sue for another favor.
It is that he may have speech with you, alone, in the castle of Battel
Though the name Norman of Torn be fraught with terror to others, I know
that you do not fear him, for you must know the loyalty and friendship
which he bears you.
My camp lies without the city's gates, and your messenger will have safe
conduct whatever reply he bears to,
Norman of Torn.
Fear? Fear Norman of Torn? The girl smiled as she thought of that moment
of terrible terror two years ago when she learned, in the castle of
Peter of Colfax, that she was alone with, and in the power of, the Devil
Come, my good fellow, and what may be the one contingency I have overlooked?" As he spoke Carthoris observed the servant closely for the first time.Page 11
Why? I can see her shrug her shapely shoulders in reply as she voices the age-old, universal answer of the woman: Because! Scarce had the flier touched the ground when four men leaped from its deck.Page 12
Helium had no enemies.Page 15
Presently it left the thronged district behind to enter a section of small shops, where it stopped before the entrance to one which bore the sign of a dealer in foreign silks.Page 17
As quickly as possible he replaced the second dial cover, and resumed his place on guard.Page 18
He gazed about in bewildered astonishment.Page 19
Carthoris waited to see no more.Page 29
Carthoris, too, followed the same direction, nor was it long before his heart was gladdened by the sight of the moonlit exit from the long, dark passage.Page 39
It is doubtful that she realized that his arm was there, so engrossed was she in the mystery of the strange city before them.Page 53
"Stop! I do not love you.Page 62
With hoarse battle cries they charged the bowmen of Tario.Page 65
As his eyes rested upon her, he was struck by her strangely ethereal appearance.Page 68
Being a creature of his mind, I know him too well.Page 77
The sight of the swords made the young man's palm itch.Page 83
The engines throbbed and purred--the propellers whirred.Page 93
His quick mind had grasped here a chance for succouring Thuvia of Ptarth.Page 94
Turjun, the panthan, was the last to clamber over the rail of the Thuria, drawing the rope ladder in after him.Page 96
The slave commenced to scream.Page 97
" There was little of the respect due royalty in the tone of the speaker's voice.Page 100
"He will have the guard upon us yet!" Together the three hastened along the winding passages through which Carthoris and Kar Komak had tracked the Dusarians by the marks of the latter's sandals in the thin dust that overspread the floors of these seldom-used passage-ways.