There was no hiding now, and no escape; for run he would not, even had
there been where to run. Slowly, he backed away from the door toward a
corner where, with his back against a wall and a table at his right,
he might die as he had lived, fighting; for Norman of Torn knew that he
could hope for no quarter from the men who had him cornered there like a
great bear in a trap.
With an army at their call, it were an easy thing to take a lone man,
even though that man were the Devil of Torn.
The King and De Montfort had now crossed the smaller apartment and were
within the room where the outlaw stood at bay.
At the far side, the group of royal and noble women stood huddled
together, while behind De Montfort and the King pushed twenty gentlemen
and as many men-at-arms.
"What dost thou here, Norman of Torn?" cried De Montfort, angrily.
"Where be my daughter, Bertrade?"
"I be here, My Lord Earl, to attend to mine own affairs," replied Norman
of Torn, "which be the affair of no other man. As to your daughter: I
know nothing of her whereabouts. What should she have to do with the
Devil of Torn, My Lord?"
De Montfort turned toward the little gray man.
"He lies," shouted he. "Her kisses be yet wet upon his lips."
Norman of Torn looked at the speaker and, beneath the visor that was now
partly raised, he saw the features of the man whom, for twenty years, he
had called father.
He had never expected love from this hard old man, but treachery and
harm from him? No, he could not believe it. One of them must have gone
mad. But why Flory's armor and where was the faithful Flory?
"Father!" he ejaculated, "leadest thou the hated English King against
thine own son?"
"Thou be no son of mine, Norman of Torn," retorted the old man. "Thy
days of usefulness to me be past. Tonight thou serve me best swinging
from a wooden gibbet. Take him, My Lord Earl; they say there be a good
strong gibbet in the courtyard below."
"Wilt surrender, Norman of Torn?" cried De Montfort.
"Yes," was the reply, "when this floor be ankle deep in English blood
and my heart has ceased to beat, then will I surrender."
"Come, come," cried the King. "Let your men take the dog, De Montfort!"
"Have at him, then," ordered the Earl, turning toward the waiting
men-at-arms, none of whom seemed overly anxious to advance upon the
But an officer
Tara of Helium was disturbed.Page 11
"Iron is the Warlord of Barsoom to the influences of all but two.Page 43
I came down into the valley at night for food and drink.Page 53
She dodged the outstretched arms and was away again toward the hills and freedom, when her foot caught in one of the hoe-like instruments with which the soil had been upturned and which had been left, half imbedded in the ground.Page 58
" Tara of Helium fought to defend herself, but pitifully weak were her muscles against this brainless incarnation of brute power.Page 70
"My only hope of life lies in you.Page 85
The man looked at her quickly--questioningly.Page 92
What would the spiderman do in this emergency? She saw him crawl to his rykor and attach himself.Page 100
She seemed to gather herself then and bravely sought to stand erect without support.Page 101
"You are a prisoner in The Towers of Jetan in the city of Manator," she explained.Page 109
"Thy tongue is as venomous as that of the she-banth O-Tar sent to The Towers of Jetan," he said.Page 119
Time dragged; silence and monotony prolonged minutes into hours.Page 121
Combined with this is the fact that of recent years the people, and especially many of the younger warriors, have evinced a growing affection for me, which I attribute to certain virtues of character and training derived from my mother, but which O-Tar assumes to be the result of an ambition upon my part to occupy the throne of Manator.Page 135
" "That it does," replied the old man, "though having done it so long I am quicker than most; but mine are the most natural.Page 144
"I would fight for you as a panthan in the second game.Page 157
He desecrated the dead chief I-Mal and wears his harness now!" Instantly all was pandemonium.Page 158
Scarce had the body touched the pavement when the Gatholian was upon the back of the dead warrior's mount, and galloping swiftly down the avenue after the diminishing figures of Tara and her abductor, the sounds of the fight waning in the distance as he pursued his quarry along the avenue that passes the palace of O-Tar and leads to The Gate of Enemies.Page 187
"She will, unless you can get word to her that I still live and that there is yet hope," replied Gahan.Page 198
As the room emptied Djor Kantos reached the side of Tara of Helium.Page 199
"Jed or panthan," she said; "what difference does it make what one's slave has been?" and she laughed roguishly into the smiling face of her lover.