with a little moan she sank beside the body
of her second born, crying out:
"Oh Richard, my boy, my boy!" And as she bent still lower to kiss the
lily mark upon the left breast of the son she had not seen to know for
over twenty years, she paused, and with frantic haste she pressed her
ear to his breast.
"He lives!" she almost shrieked. "Quick, Henry, our son lives!"
Bertrade de Montfort had regained consciousness almost before Philip of
France had raised her from the floor, and she stood now, leaning on
his arm, watching with wide, questioning eyes the strange scene being
enacted at her feet.
Slowly, the lids of Norman of Torn lifted with returning consciousness.
Before him, on her knees in the blood spattered rushes of the floor,
knelt Eleanor, Queen of England, alternately chafing and kissing his
A sore wound indeed to have brought on such a wild delirium, thought the
Outlaw of Torn.
He felt his body, in a half sitting, half reclining position, resting
against one who knelt behind him, and as he lifted his head to see whom
it might be supporting him, he looked into the eyes of the King, upon
whose breast his head rested.
Strange vagaries of a disordered brain! Yes it must have been a very
terrible wound that the little old man of Torn had given him; but why
could he not dream that Bertrade de Montfort held him? And then his eyes
wandered about among the throng of ladies, nobles and soldiers standing
uncovered and with bowed heads about him. Presently he found her.
"Bertrade!" he whispered.
The girl came and knelt beside him, opposite the Queen.
"Bertrade, tell me thou art real; that thou at least be no dream."
"I be very real, dear heart," she answered, "and these others be real,
also. When thou art stronger, thou shalt understand the strange thing
that has happened. These who wert thine enemies, Norman of Torn, be thy
best friends now--that thou should know, so that thou may rest in peace
until thou be better."
He groped for her hand, and, finding it, closed his eyes with a faint
They bore him to a cot in an apartment next the Queen's, and all that
night the mother and the promised wife of the Outlaw of Torn sat bathing
his fevered forehead. The King's chirurgeon was there also, while the
King and De Montfort paced the corridor without.
And it is ever thus; whether in hovel or palace; in the days of Moses,
or in the days that be ours; the lamb that has been
For six long Martian months I had haunted the vicinity of the hateful Temple of the Sun, within whose slow-revolving shaft, far beneath the surface of Mars, my princess lay entombed--but whether alive or dead I knew not.Page 6
The evident cordiality with which the two men exchanged greetings filled me with wonder, for the black and white men of Barsoom were hereditary enemies--nor ever before had I known of two meeting other than in battle.Page 8
"Only Issus knew this; nor was it ever Issus' way to divulge more of her secrets than were necessary.Page 15
On the other hand my reputation as a fighting man might be sufficient to pass me by these two were their livers not of the right complexion to welcome a battle to the death.Page 19
which my earthly muscles endow me under the conditions of lesser gravity and air pressure upon Mars.Page 31
Refuse and naught can save you; for, though the way to the last stronghold of the Holy Therns was made easy for you, the way hence hath been made impossible.Page 36
Amid the angry shouting of thern guardsmen we rose high above the last fortress of the Holy Therns, and then raced straight toward the northeast and Kaol, the destination which I had heard from the lips of Matai Shang.Page 42
By the time I had regained my feet the red man had turned and ridden back to us.Page 45
The green men were expecting an exodus of a body of red troops from the nearest city gate, and they were lying there in ambush to leap upon them.Page 52
By the time I had resumed my feet and found the button which controlled the light my caller had disappeared.Page 59
My heart pounded within my bosom until I looked about me in embarrassment, so sure was I that all within the room must hear.Page 68
Quickly we glanced into the eighth chamber--not an apt had moved.Page 69
It was straight and two-edged.Page 84
men, and when I turned to face the resplendent figure of a giant yellow man I did not need to ask to know that it was Salensus Oll.Page 108
That day in the buried chamber beneath the palace of Salensus Oll I learned what swordsmanship meant, and to what heights of sword mastery I could.Page 117
Clad for the warm atmosphere of the hothouse city of Kadabra, the sudden change to arctic frigidity was anything but pleasant; but the worst of it was.Page 119
direction I should follow, or harassed by darkness or hidden dangers.Page 126
There was Tardos Mors and Mors Kajak, and tall and mighty in his gorgeous warrior trappings, Carthoris, my son.Page 127
"There be but one warrior best fitted for the ancient and mighty title of Jeddak of Jeddaks of the North.Page 131
I could have wept had I not been so mad with rage that I almost whipped my sword out and had at them all upon the spot.