those who be down that they may sink deeper
into the mud. Mon Dieu! How I hate you," she finished. And as she spoke
the words, Bertrade de Montfort looked straight into the eyes of her
The old Earl turned his head, for at heart he was a brave, broad, kindly
man, and he regretted what he had done in the haste and heat of anger.
"Come, child," said the King, "thou art distraught; thou sayest what
thou mean not. The world is better that this man be dead. He was an
enemy of organized society, he preyed ever upon his fellows. Life in
England will be safer after this day. Do not weep over the clay of a
nameless adventurer who knew not his own father."
Someone had lifted the little, grim, gray, old man to a sitting posture.
He was not dead. Occasionally he coughed, and when he did, his frame was
racked with suffering, and blood flowed from his mouth and nostrils.
At last they saw that he was trying to speak. Weakly he motioned toward
the King. Henry came toward him.
"Thou hast won thy sovereign's gratitude, my man," said the King,
kindly. "What be thy name?"
The old fellow tried to speak, but the effort brought on another
paroxysm of coughing. At last he managed to whisper.
"Look--at--me. Dost thou--not--remember me?
Henry knelt and peered into the dying face.
"De Vac!" he exclaimed.
The old man nodded. Then he pointed to where lay Norman of Torn.
He stopped from very weakness, and then in another moment, with a final
effort: "De--Vac's--revenge. God--damn--the--English," and slipped
forward upon the rushes, dead.
The King had heard, and De Montfort and the Queen. They stood looking
into each other's eyes with a strange fixity, for what seemed an
eternity, before any dared to move; and then, as though they feared what
they should see, they bent over the form of the Outlaw of Torn for the
The Queen gave a little cry as she saw the still, quiet face turned up
"Edward!" she whispered.
"Not Edward, Madame," said De Montfort, "but--"
The King knelt beside the still form, across the breast of which lay the
unconscious body of Bertrade de Montfort. Gently, he lifted her to the
waiting arms of Philip of France, and then the King, with his own hands,
tore off the shirt of mail, and with trembling fingers ripped wide the
tunic where it covered the left breast of the Devil of Torn.
"Oh God!" he cried, and buried his head in his arms.
The Queen had seen also, and
' He patted a swelling portfolio that lay on the table at his elbow.Page 16
now were fairly upon me.Page 20
The limb upon which I found myself ascended at a slight angle toward the cliff, and as I followed it I found that it terminated a few feet above a narrow ledge which protruded from the cliff's face at the entrance to a narrow cave.Page 21
This we did without mishap and soon found ourselves together upon the verge of a dizzy little balcony, with a magnificent view of the valley spreading out below us.Page 37
" "The Temple of Issus is, I take it, a heaven within a heaven," I said.Page 40
It reaches to every nation of Barsoom.Page 61
" Xodar looked at me intently for a few moments.Page 62
"With the skin of a thern, the black hair of a First Born and the muscles of a dozen Dators it was no disgrace even for Xodar to acknowledge your supremacy.Page 63
"The pure strain of the blood of this first black man has remained untainted by admixture with other creatures in the race of which I am a member; but from the sixteen-legged worm, the first ape and renegade black man has sprung every other form of animal life upon Barsoom.Page 68
She was even more steeped in superstition than the Martians of the outer world.Page 71
Lower and lower she sank until as darkness enveloped us her lights were thrown on and in the dim halo of her own radiance the monster battleship dropped on and on down into what seemed to me must be the very bowels of Barsoom.Page 72
with majestic grace the battleship dropped until she rested on the water.Page 80
Not a muscle twitched, nor a tremor shook his giant frame as a soldier of the guard roughly stripped his gorgeous trappings from him.Page 85
It is sacrilege even to dream of breaking her commands.Page 90
" "We will get out all right," I replied, laughing.Page 98
For an instant, as though by common assent, we ceased our fighting to look for the meaning of this new note nor did it take but a moment to translate its significance.Page 103
" "Let us hope that it is but the beginning of the end of Issus," I said.Page 142
It was in the forenoon that we arrived above the mile-high scarlet tower which marks greater Helium from her twin city.Page 161
If anything was to be done to save Dejah Thoris it must be done quickly, for, were she not already dead, her end must soon come, since those whom Issus chose lived but a single year.Page 180
The men filed rapidly past me and entered the diverging corridor which I hoped would lead to safety.