"Greetings, my son," said the priest.
"And to thee, Father," replied the outlaw, "And what may be the news of
Torn. I have been absent for several days. Is all well at the castle?"
"All be well at the castle," replied Father Claude, "if by that you mean
have none been captured or hanged for their murders. Ah, my boy, why
wilt thou not give up this wicked life of thine? It has never been my
way to scold or chide thee, yet always hath my heart ached for each
crime laid at the door of Norman of Torn."
"Come, come, Father," replied the outlaw, "what dost I that I have not
good example for from the barons, and the King, and Holy Church. Murder,
theft, rapine! Passeth a day over England which sees not one or all
perpetrated in the name of some of these?
"Be it wicked for Norman of Torn to prey upon the wolf, yet righteous
for the wolf to tear the sheep? Methinks not. Only do I collect from
those who have more than they need, from my natural enemies; while they
prey upon those who have naught.
"Yet," and his manner suddenly changed, "I do not love it, Father. That
thou know. I would that there might be some way out of it, but there is
"If I told you why I wished it, you would be surprised indeed, nor can I
myself understand; but, of a verity, my greatest wish to be out of
this life is due to the fact that I crave the association of those very
enemies I have been taught to hate. But it is too late, Father, there
can be but one end and that the lower end of a hempen rope."
"No, my son, there is another way, an honorable way," replied the good
Father. "In some foreign clime there be opportunities abundant for such
as thee. France offers a magnificent future to such a soldier as Norman
of Torn. In the court of Louis, you would take your place among the
highest of the land. You be rich and brave and handsome. Nay do not
raise your hand. You be all these and more, for you have learning far
beyond the majority of nobles, and you have a good heart and a true
chivalry of character. With such wondrous gifts, naught could bar your
way to the highest pinnacles of power and glory, while here you have no
future beyond the halter. Canst thou hesitate, Norman of Torn?"
The young man stood silent for a moment, then he drew
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"Pan-at-lee," he said, "your chief has come for you.Page 29
Who should know that better than you who are there now? Her father and her brothers were sent to watch Kor-ul-lul; but neither of these questions arouse any tumult in our breasts.Page 59
"Whee-oo! Whee-oo!" shouted the Tor-o-don and the GRYF came slowly toward him.Page 69
Late in the afternoon as they approached the confluence of the stream they were skirting and another which appeared to come from the direction of Kor-ul-JA the ape-man, emerging from one of the jungle patches, discovered a considerable party of Ho-don upon the opposite bank.Page 86
The interior surface of the wall was fashioned to represent the white cliffs of Pal-ul-don, broken occasionally by small replicas of the verdure-filled gorges of the original.Page 93
Let him be dragged thither then for trial.Page 94
" Immeasurably relieved by this easy solution of their problem the king and the warriors thronged from the throneroom toward the temple grounds, their faith in Tarzan increased by his apparent indifference to the charges against him.Page 96
This woman is not from Kor-ul-lul but from Kor-ul-JA, the very tribe with which the Kor-ul-lul says the creature was associating when he first saw him.Page 118
It was the faint, but unmistakable odor of the GRYF, and now Tarzan stood silently listening.Page 131
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Mo-sar was cunning enough to guess that should an open breach occur between himself and the high priest he might use his prisoner to his own advantage, for he had heard whisperings among even his own people that suggested that there were those who were more than a trifle inclined to belief in the divinity of the stranger and that he might indeed be the Dor-ul-Otho.Page 168
At a little distance were the blue waters of Jad-in-lul and beyond, the verdure-clad farther shore, and beyond that the mountains.Page 188
"Good!" cried the latter, when he saw him.Page 189
Such was the state of affairs when a sentry posted on the knoll in the mouth of the gorge sent word that he had observed in the valley below what appeared at a distance to be nothing less than two people mounted upon the back of a GRYF.Page 191
There arose now the question as to what was to be done with the GRYF while they remained in the city.Page 198
"Quick, master, quick," he cried, "the corridors are filled with the.Page 211
Glossary From conversations with Lord Greystoke and from his notes, there have been gleaned a number of interesting items relative to the language and customs of the inhabitants of Pal-ul-don that are not brought out in the.Page 218