in truth I did really love Roger de Conde, but
thee--oh Norman, why is it that there be no shred of doubt now, that
this heart, this soul, this body be all and always for the Outlaw of
"I do not know," he said simply and gravely. "So wonderful a thing be
beyond my poor brain; but I think my heart knows, for in very joy, it
is sending the hot blood racing and surging through my being till I were
like to be consumed for the very heat of my happiness."
"Sh!" she whispered, suddenly, "methinks I hear footsteps. They must not
find thee here, Norman of Torn, for the King has only this night wrung
a promise from my father to take thee in the morning and hang thee. What
shall we do, Norman? Where shall we meet again?"
"We shall not be separated, Bertrade; only so long as it may take thee
to gather a few trinkets, and fetch thy riding cloak. Thou ridest north
tonight with Norman of Torn, and by the third day, Father Claude shall
make us one."
"I am glad thee wish it," she replied. "I feared that, for some reason,
thee might not think it best for me to go with thee now. Wait here, I
will be gone but a moment. If the footsteps I hear approach this door,"
and she indicated the door by which he had entered the little room,
"thou canst step through this other doorway into the adjoining
apartment, and conceal thyself there until the danger passes."
Norman of Torn made a wry face, for he had no stomach for hiding himself
away from danger.
"For my sake," she pleaded. So he promised to do as she bid, and she ran
swiftly from the room to fetch her belongings.
When the little, grim, gray man had set the object covered with a cloth
upon the table in the center of the room and left the apartment, he did
not return to camp as Norman of Torn had ordered.
Instead, he halted immediately without the little door, which he left a
trifle ajar, and there he waited, listening to all that passed between
Bertrade de Montfort and Norman of Torn.
As he heard the proud daughter of Simon de Montfort declare her love for
the Devil of Torn, a cruel smile curled his lip.
"It will be better than I had hoped," he muttered, "and easier. 'S blood!
How much easier now that Leicester, too, may have his whole proud heart
in the hanging of Norman of Torn. Ah, what a sublime
" Chapter 2 Forging Bonds of Hate and ----? It was not until late the following afternoon that Tarzan saw anything more of the fellow passengers into the midst of whose affairs his love of.Page 23
So quickly and so roughly did he handle them that they had not even an opportunity to draw their revolvers.Page 24
"It is difficult to rise above the jungle standards and reason by the light of civilized ways, is it not, my friend?" he queried banteringly.Page 25
He saw that something must be done to set Tarzan right with the police before another encounter was possible.Page 26
He has come voluntarily to give himself up.Page 27
That evening they attended the opera.Page 40
If you do not do both, neither of you will be alive when I pass next through that doorway.Page 64
It was to the bar that Tarzan repaired after speeding Kadour ben Saden and his party on their way.Page 76
" The ape-man made no reply--he did not even deign to look upon the Russian again after the first glance of recognition.Page 91
He stooped to pick it up, thinking it might be a message of importance which some one had dropped.Page 108
" The calm, low voice of the owner did much to reassure the entire party, and a moment later all were occupied with the duties he had suggested.Page 116
A dozen paces he had gone when Tarzan's rope brought him to a stand once more--then he wheeled again upon the ape-man, only to feel the painful prick of a barbed arrow as it sank half its length in his quivering flesh.Page 151
Almost immediately upon his return to the village Tarzan commenced making preparations for leading an expedition in search of the ruined city of gold which old Waziri had described to him.Page 159
She was a young woman with a rather intelligent and shapely face.Page 166
"None will think of searching here for you--they would not dare.Page 168
Once, when Clayton had gone to the little stream for water, and Thuran had spoken coarsely to her, she voiced her thoughts.Page 169
"You do not for a moment imagine that one who has known both Monsieur Tarzan and you could ever believe such an impossible tale?" "Then why did he travel under an assumed name?" asked Monsieur Thuran.Page 177
For a moment Tarzan paused to listen for any responsive note which might indicate that the unusual night noise had alarmed the inmates of the temple; but as he heard nothing he advanced beyond the doorway.Page 178
" The ingot was of virgin gold.Page 197
The stone was being dragged up the outside of the masonry surrounding the top of the shaft--would it catch at the very edge, or would his weight drag it over to fall upon him as he hurtled into the.