a swordsman," spoke up a son of De Stutevill. "Never in all
the world was there such swordplay as I saw that day in the courtyard."
"I, too, have seen some wonderful swordplay," said Bertrade de Montfort,
"and that today. O he!" she cried, laughing gleefully, "verily do I
believe I have captured the wild Norman of Torn, for this very knight,
who styles himself Roger de Conde, fights as I ne'er saw man fight
before, and he rode with his visor down until I chide him for it."
Norman of Torn led in the laugh which followed, and of all the company
he most enjoyed the joke.
"An' speaking of the Devil," said the Baron, "how think you he will side
should the King eventually force war upon the barons? With his thousand
hell-hounds, the fate of England might well be in the palm of his bloody
"He loves neither King nor baron," spoke Mary de Stutevill, "and I
rather lean to the thought that he will serve neither, but rather
plunder the castles of both rebel and royalist whilst their masters be
absent at war."
"It be more to his liking to come while the master be home to welcome
him," said De Stutevill, ruthfully. "But yet I am always in fear for the
safety of my wife and daughters when I be away from Derby for any time.
May the good God soon deliver England from this Devil of Torn."
"I think you may have no need of fear on that score," spoke Mary, "for
Norman of Torn offered no violence to any woman within the wall of
Stutevill, and when one of his men laid a heavy hand upon me, it was the
great outlaw himself who struck the fellow such a blow with his mailed
hand as to crack the ruffian's helm, saying at the time, 'Know you,
fellow, Norman of Torn does not war upon women?'"
Presently the conversation turned to other subjects and Norman of Torn
heard no more of himself during that evening.
His stay at the castle of Stutevill was drawn out to three days, and
then, on the third day, as he sat with Bertrade de Montfort in an
embrasure of the south tower of the old castle, he spoke once more of
the necessity for leaving and once more she urged him to remain.
"To be with you, Bertrade of Montfort," he said boldly, "I would forego
any other pleasure, and endure any privation, or face any danger, but
there are others who look to me for guidance and my duty calls me
Follow me.Page 1
Like a bolt of lightning he flashed down upon the Englishman.Page 7
Disheartened, Bradley determined to turn back toward the fort, as he already had exceeded the time decided upon by Bowen Tyler and himself for the expedition.Page 13
Even Bradley felt depressed, though for the sake of the others he managed to hide it beneath a show of confidence he was far from feeling.Page 17
Chapter 2 When Bradley went on guard at midnight, September 14th, his thoughts were largely occupied with rejoicing that the night was almost spent without serious mishap and that the morrow would doubtless see them all safely returned to Fort Dinosaur.Page 31
At a glance he saw that she was of no race of humans that he had come in contact with since his arrival upon Caprona--there was no trace about her form or features of any relationship to those low orders of men, nor was she appareled as they--or, rather, she did not entirely lack apparel as did most of them.Page 34
His pistol was wrenched from its holster and he was securely pinioned down by the weight of numbers.Page 36
Its very silence rendered it the more terrible.Page 39
From the ape the individual, if it survived, slowly developed into the lowest order of man--the Alu--and then.Page 46
Through the weave of the cloth he could distinguish large objects.Page 48
There was no Wieroo in sight, so the Englishman entered.Page 49
Even though you bring into the world a female Wieroo, your fate will be the same if you do not escape him, while with me you shall have life and food and none shall harm you.Page 50
Once it struck and missed, and then the other rushed in and clinched, at the same time securing both the holds it sought.Page 51
--Here! You're mussing up the floor something awful, you.Page 54
" The creature addressed turned and slipped through the doorway, closing the door after it, but first depositing its curved blade upon the floor without.Page 62
The first he came to was ajar, letting a faint light into the well.Page 71
Nowhere about them could Bradley see signs of other Wieroos, nor of those other menaces which he had.Page 74
" The girl pressed close to him, her face very white.Page 75
Brady and Olson were charging the Germans in the rear with Wilson, Whitely, and Sinclair supporting them with bare fists.Page 82