father's knights on the road to Stutevill.
Bertrade de Montfort was so long overdue that the Earl and Princess
Eleanor, his wife, filled with grave apprehensions, had posted their
oldest son off to the castle of John de Stutevill to fetch her home.
With the wind and rain at their backs, the little party rode rapidly
along the muddy road, until late in the afternoon they came upon a white
palfrey standing huddled beneath a great oak, his arched back toward the
"By God," cried De Montfort, "tis my sister's own Abdul. There be
something wrong here indeed." But a rapid search of the vicinity, and
loud calls brought no further evidence of the girl's whereabouts, so
they pressed on toward Stutevill.
Some two miles beyond the spot where the white palfrey had been found,
they came upon the dead bodies of the five knights who had accompanied
Bertrade from Stutevill.
Dismounting, Henry de Montfort examined the bodies of the fallen men.
The arms upon shield and helm confirmed his first fear that these had
been Bertrade's escort from Stutevill.
As he bent over them to see if he recognized any of the knights, there
stared up into his face from the foreheads of the dead men the dreaded
sign, NT, scratched there with a dagger's point.
"The curse of God be on him!" cried De Montfort. "It be the work of the
Devil of Torn, my gentlemen," he said to his followers. "Come, we need
no further guide to our destination." And, remounting, the little party
spurred back toward Torn.
When Bertrade de Montfort regained her senses, she was in bed in a
strange room, and above her bent an old woman; a repulsive, toothless
old woman, whose smile was but a fangless snarl.
"Ho, ho!" she croaked. "The bride waketh. I told My Lord that it would
take more than a tumble in the mud to kill a De Montfort. Come, come,
now, arise and clothe thyself, for the handsome bridegroom canst scarce
restrain his eager desire to fold thee in his arms. Below in the
great hall he paces to and fro, the red blood mantling his beauteous
"Who be ye?" cried Bertrade de Montfort, her mind still dazed from
the effects of her fall. "Where am I?" and then, "O, Mon Dieu!" as she
remembered the events of the afternoon; and the arms of Colfax upon the
shields of the attacking party. In an instant she realized the horror of
her predicament; its utter hopelessness.
Beast though he was, Peter of Colfax stood high in the favor of the
King; and the fact
I arrived here today.Page 21
CHAPTER III SHOOTING THE CHUTES--AND AFTER Through the fog I felt my way along by means of my compass.Page 27
Inside she reminded me of nothing so much as a floating trench.Page 28
Before she hit it she was going at a reckless speed, for we had laid our tracks quite down to the water, greased them, and at intervals placed rollers all ready to receive the ship as she moved forward with stately dignity.Page 31
A warrior rose from his knees, threw his paddle aloft, stiffened into rigidity for an instant, and then toppled overboard.Page 50
It was after my second sleep, subsequent to the departure of the warriors, as I recall, that I at last went to Ghak with the admission that I could no longer support the intolerable longing to be personally upon the trail of my lost love.Page 51
typical cave man-squat muscular, and hairy, and of a type I had not seen before.Page 61
As I sat there upon the beach of the little fiord eating my unpalatable shell-fish, I commenced to wonder how it had been that the four savages had been able to reach me, though I had been unable to escape from my natural prison.Page 70
Immediately from all about, out of burrows and rough, rocky lairs, poured a perfect torrent of beasts similar to my captors.Page 73
As a matter of fact, they were very good to me, nor did I see aught while I was among them to indicate that they are ever else than a simple, kindly folk when left to themselves.Page 78
" Thus having guided me to my destination they left me.Page 84
From here I had my first view of the village of caves.Page 89
I asked her if she could make the descent alone--if she were not afraid.Page 97
beast's shoulder.Page 101
Then I saw the female leap forward and head him; and when he would have gone too far to the left, Raja sprang, snapping at his shoulder and held him straight.Page 103
Then we busied ourselves stepping a mast and rigging a small sail--Juag and I, that is--while Dian cut the thag meat into.Page 106
We certainly could not live long in this little boat, with only a few strips of dried thag and a few quarts of water left.Page 117
He realized the limitations of his people in the matter of sails, and while they had never used oars, the implement was so similar to a paddle that he was sure they quickly could master the art--and they did.Page 127
Ja, who was chief artillery officer, was in command of this branch of the service, and he did some excellent work, for his Mezop gunners had become rather proficient by this time.Page 134
Some of his students are working on a locomotive now.