his hand across
his eyes as though to brush away a vision.
"There be a reason, Father, why I must remain in England for a time at
least, though the picture you put is indeed wondrous alluring."
And the reason was Bertrade de Montfort.
The visit of Bertrade de Montfort with her friend Mary de Stutevill
was drawing to a close. Three weeks had passed since Roger de Conde had
ridden out from the portals of Stutevill and many times the handsome
young knight's name had been on the lips of his fair hostess and her
Today the two girls roamed slowly through the gardens of the great
court, their arms about each other's waists, pouring the last
confidences into each other's ears, for tomorrow Bertrade had elected to
return to Leicester.
"Methinks thou be very rash indeed, my Bertrade," said Mary. "Wert my
father here he would, I am sure, not permit thee to leave with only the
small escort which we be able to give."
"Fear not, Mary," replied Bertrade. "Five of thy father's knights be
ample protection for so short a journey. By evening it will have been
accomplished; and, as the only one I fear in these parts received such
a sound set back from Roger de Conde recently, I do not think he will
venture again to molest me."
"But what about the Devil of Torn, Bertrade?" urged Mary. "Only
yestereve, you wot, one of Lord de Grey's men-at-arms came limping to
us with the news of the awful carnage the foul fiend had wrought on his
master's household. He be abroad, Bertrade, and I canst think of naught
more horrible than to fall into his hands."
"Why, Mary, thou didst but recently say thy very self that Norman
of Torn was most courteous to thee when he sacked this, thy father's
castle. How be it thou so soon has changed thy mind?"
"Yes, Bertrade, he was indeed respectful then, but who knows what
horrid freak his mind may take, and they do say that he be cruel beyond
compare. Again, forget not that thou be Leicester's daughter and Henry's
niece; against both of whom the Outlaw of Torn openly swears his hatred
and his vengeance. Oh, Bertrade, wait but for a day or so, I be sure
my father must return ere then, and fifty knights shall accompany thee
instead of five."
"What be fifty knights against Norman of Torn, Mary? Thy reasoning is on
a parity with thy fears, both have flown wide of the mark.
"If I am to meet with this wild ruffian, it were better that
'JOHN CARTER' Early the next morning I took the first.Page 22
Often and again have I seen them roll upon the ground in mad fits of uncontrollable mirth when witnessing the death agonies of women and little children beneath the torture of that hellish green Martian fete--the Great Games.Page 33
The prisoners and the savage brutes rested in their chains by the opposite wall eyeing me with varying expressions of curiosity, sullen rage, surprise, and hope.Page 49
I had thought the green Martians the most ferocious warriors in the universe, but the awful abandon with which.Page 56
Then I released my hold upon him and in an instant he was swallowed by the black shadows far below.Page 57
Quickly I released her.Page 64
CHAPTER VIII THE DEPTHS OF OMEAN Now I realized why the black pirate had kept me engrossed with his strange tale.Page 67
"I am going to a worse fate than that," she said, with a little shudder.Page 71
"That about the outer valley is true, but what he says of the location of the Temple of Issus in the centre of his country is false.Page 77
One of the officers who had accompanied us advanced to a large door in the further end of the chamber.Page 81
Later Issus will see the manner of your fighting.Page 84
Then Tars Tarkas had been with me, but now I was utterly alone in so far as friendly companionship was concerned.Page 87
I must have inherited from my father a wild lust for adventure, as well as a hollow where my bump of reverence should be.Page 95
For an instant silence reigned in the great amphitheatre, then a wild shout arose from the cages of the doomed.Page 97
We mowed them down before us as they had been paper men.Page 115
I threw the bow hard up, dragged the speed lever to its last notch, and clutching a stanchion with one hand and the steering-wheel with the other hung on like grim death and consigned my soul to its author.Page 122
My knowledge of green Martian customs convinced me that this was either the quarters of the principal chieftain or contained the audience chamber wherein the Jeddak met his jeds and lesser chieftains.Page 132
Xodar and the green Jeddak were formally presented to each other.Page 169
Order the transports, surrounded by their convoys, to follow closely in the wake of the battleships until the point of the V has entered the enemies' line, then the V must open outward at the apex, the battleships of each leg engage the enemy fiercely and drive him back to form a lane through his line into which the transports with their convoys must race at top speed that they may gain a position above the temples and gardens of the therns.Page 186
Five hundred men fought there that day, the black men against the red.