the saints, Richard, thou be every inch a King's son, an' though
we made sour faces at the time, we be all the prouder of thee now."
The Queen and the outlaw had turned at the first words to see the King
standing behind them, and now Norman of Torn rose, half smiling, and
greeted his father.
"They be sorry jokes, Sire," he said. "Methinks it had been better had
Richard remained lost. It will do the honor of the Plantagenets but
little good to acknowledge the Outlaw of Torn as a prince of the blood."
But they would not have it so, and it remained for a later King of
England to wipe the great name from the pages of history--perhaps a
Presently the King and Queen, adding their pleas to those of the
chirurgeon, prevailed upon him to lie down once more, and when he had
done so they left him, that he might sleep again; but no sooner had the
door closed behind them than he arose and left the apartment by another
It was by chance that, in a deep set window, he found her for whom he
was searching. She sat looking wistfully into space, an expression half
sad upon her beautiful face. She did not see him as he approached, and
he stood there for several moments watching her dear profile, and the
rising and falling of her bosom over that true and loyal heart that
had beaten so proudly against all the power of a mighty throne for the
despised Outlaw of Torn.
He did not speak, but presently that strange, subtle sixth sense which
warns us that we are not alone, though our eyes see not nor our ears
hear, caused her to turn.
With a little cry she arose, and then, curtsying low after the manner of
the court, said:
"What would My Lord Richard, Prince of England, of his poor subject?"
And then, more gravely, "My Lord, I have been raised at court, and I
understand that a prince does not wed rashly, and so let us forget what
passed between Bertrade de Montfort and Norman of Torn."
"Prince Richard of England will in no wise disturb royal precedents," he
replied, "for he will wed not rashly, but most wisely, since he will wed
none but Bertrade de Montfort." And he who had been the Outlaw of Torn
took the fair young girl in his arms, adding: "If she still loves me,
now that I be a prince?"
She put her arms about his neck, and drew his cheek down close to hers.
The little stretch of level land was white with Indian tepees, and there were probably half a thousand red warriors clustered around some object near the center of the camp.Page 7
that this thought did not occur to me until the following day removes any possible right to a claim to heroism to which the narration of this episode might possibly otherwise entitle me.Page 10
The noise of the approaching horses had ceased, and I judged the Indians were creeping stealthily upon me along the little ledge which led to my living tomb.Page 16
And his mount! How can earthly words describe it! It towered ten feet at the shoulder; had four legs on either side; a broad flat tail, larger at the tip than at the root, and which it held straight out behind while running; a gaping mouth which split its head from its snout to its long, massive neck.Page 28
Back and forth upon the floor they rolled, neither one emitting.Page 38
It soon became evident that she would strike the face of the buildings about a mile south of our position, and as I watched the progress of the chase I saw a number of warriors gallop ahead, dismount and enter the building she seemed destined to touch.Page 49
With all his immense bulk.Page 54
Do you believe me?" And then it struck me suddenly that I was.Page 57
Ages of close relationship and intermarrying had resulted in the race of red men, of which Dejah Thoris was a fair and beautiful daughter.Page 75
As I regained my full senses I found his weapon piercing my left breast, but only through the flesh and muscles which cover my ribs, entering near the center of my chest and coming out below the shoulder.Page 78
was the first march of a large body of men and animals I had ever witnessed which raised no dust and left no spoor; for there is no dust upon Mars except in the cultivated districts during the winter months, and even then the absence of high winds renders it almost unnoticeable.Page 79
She dared not come oftener, for in the mighty guilt of her conscience she feared that her every move was watched.Page 85
When I had finally put my house in order, or rather seen that it had been done, it was nearing sunset, and I hastened out with the intention of locating Sola and her charges, as I had determined upon having speech with Dejah Thoris and trying to impress on her the necessity of our at least patching up a truce until I could find some way of aiding her to escape.Page 88
Having no desire to awaken their nasty tempers upon such a night as this, where.Page 110
One curious fact I discovered as I watched his thoughts was that the outer doors are manipulated by telepathic means.Page 111
Cautiously I opened the door of my apartment and, followed by Woola, sought the inner of the great doors.Page 121
Quickly completing the repairs we rose together into the still, cloudless Martian sky, and at great speed and without further mishap returned to Zodanga.Page 132
The fact that Barsoomian architecture is extremely ornate made the feat much simpler than I had anticipated, since I found ornamental ledges and projections which fairly formed a perfect ladder for me all the way to the eaves of the building.Page 139
We wait it.Page 150
I did not need to be told that he was Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium.