and stood with his left hand
ungauntleted, resting upon the table's edge.
"My Lady Bertrade," he said at last, "I have come to fulfill a promise."
He spoke in French, and she started slightly at his voice. Before,
Norman of Torn had always spoken in English. Where had she heard that
voice! There were tones in it that haunted her.
"What promise did Norman of Torn e'er make to Bertrade de Montfort?" she
asked. "I do not understand you, my friend."
"Look," he said. And as she approached the table he withdrew the cloth
which covered the object that the man had placed there.
The girl started back with a little cry of terror, for there upon a
golden platter was a man's head; horrid with the grin of death baring
"Dost recognize the thing?" asked the outlaw. And then she did; but
still she could not comprehend. At last, slowly, there came back to her
the idle, jesting promise of Roger de Conde to fetch the head of her
enemy to the feet of his princess, upon a golden dish.
But what had the Outlaw of Torn to do with that! It was all a sore
puzzle to her, and then she saw the bared left hand of the grim, visored
figure of the Devil of Torn, where it rested upon the table beside the
grisly head of Peter of Colfax; and upon the third finger was the great
ring she had tossed to Roger de Conde on that day, two years before.
What strange freak was her brain playing her! It could not be, no it was
impossible; then her glance fell again upon the head grinning there upon
the platter of gold, and upon the forehead of it she saw, in letters of
dried blood, that awful symbol of sudden death--NT!
Slowly her eyes returned to the ring upon the outlaw's hand, and then
up to his visored helm. A step she took toward him, one hand upon her
breast, the other stretched pointing toward his face, and she swayed
slightly as might one who has just arisen from a great illness.
"Your visor," she whispered, "raise your visor." And then, as though to
herself: "It cannot be; it cannot be."
Norman of Torn, though it tore the heart from him, did as she bid, and
there before her she saw the brave strong face of Roger de Conde.
"Mon Dieu!" she cried, "Tell me it is but a cruel joke."
"It be the cruel truth, My Lady Bertrade," said Norman of Torn sadly.
And, then, as she turned away from
So Brus took the gold zecchins and De Vac the key, and the little prince played happily among the flowers of his royal father's garden, and all were satisfied; which was as it should have been.Page 11
"Oh, My Lord! My Lord!" she cried, "Richard, our son, has been assassinated and thrown into the Thames.Page 27
A leathern girdle about his waist supported a sword and a dagger and a round skull cap of the same material, to which was fastened a falcon's wing, completed his picturesque and becoming costume.Page 38
" The young man gave the matter but little thought, usually passing it off as the foolish whim of an old dotard; but he humored it nevertheless.Page 39
A dozen bands of cut-throats he had driven from the Derby hills, and though the barons would much rather have had.Page 60
"The curse of God be on him!" cried De Montfort.Page 65
"Gladly will I starve in preference to falling into thy foul hands," replied the girl.Page 72
Peter of Colfax had passed through the vaults beneath his castle and, by a long subterranean passage, had reached the quarters of some priests without the lines of Norman of Torn.Page 78
" "I would give my soul to the devil," said Norman of Torn, "would it buy me the right to remain ever at the feet of Bertrade Montfort.Page 83
the Plantagenet King and the nobles and barons of his realm, thou be but serving as the cats-paw of another.Page 91
He called himself Roger de Conde, but I know nothing of him other than that he looks like a prince, and fights like a devil.Page 92
I would learn more of this fellow who masquerades in the countenance of a crown prince.Page 96
"Mon Dieu!" she cried.Page 101
There they had found Norman of Torn's helmet, confirming their worst fears.Page 103
Following the corridors and vaults beneath the castle, they came to the stone stairway, and mounted to the passage which led to the false panel that had given the two fugitives egress.Page 107
" "What now! Wouldst even belittle the act which we all witnessed? The King, my husband, shall reward thee, Sir Knight, if you but tell me your name.Page 118
Two days before the start of the march, Spizo, the Spaniard, reported to the old man of Torn that he had overheard Father Claude ask Norman of Torn to come with his father to the priest's cottage the morning of the march to meet Simon de Montfort upon an important matter, but what the nature of the thing was the priest did not reveal to the outlaw.Page 126
With a shriek that might have been heard at Lewes, she dropped the dish upon the stone floor and, turning, ran, still shrieking at the top of her lungs, straight for the great dining hall.Page 130
a few words of instructions, to one of his men.Page 150
reasons of clarity: "chid" to "chide" "sword play" to "swordplay" "subtile" to "subtle".