the Saxon to the richly ornamented plate armor of Milan.
Gold and silver and precious stones set in plumed crest and breastplate
and shield, and even in the steel spiked chamfrons of the horses' head
armor showed the rich loot which had fallen to the portion of Norman of
Torn's wild raiders.
Fluttering pennons streamed from five hundred lance points, and the gray
banner of Torn, with the black falcon's wing, flew above each of the
five companies. The great linden wood shields of the men were covered
with gray leather and, in the upper right hand corner of each, was the
black falcon's wing. The surcoats of the riders were also uniform, being
of dark gray villosa faced with black wolf skin, so that notwithstanding
the richness of the armor and the horse trappings, there was a grim,
gray warlike appearance to these wild companies that comported well with
Recruited from all ranks of society and from every civilized country of
Europe, the great horde of Torn numbered in its ten companies serf and
noble; Britain, Saxon, Norman, Dane, German, Italian and French, Scot,
Pict and Irish.
Here birth caused no distinctions; the escaped serf, with the gall
marks of his brass collar still visible about his neck, rode shoulder to
shoulder with the outlawed scion of a noble house. The only requisites
for admission to the troop were willingness and ability to fight, and an
oath to obey the laws made by Norman of Torn.
The little army was divided into ten companies of one hundred men, each
company captained by a fighter of proven worth and ability.
Our old friends Red Shandy, and John and James Flory led the first three
companies, the remaining seven being under command of other seasoned
veterans of a thousand fights.
One Eye Kanty, owing to his early trade, held the always important
post of chief armorer, while Peter the Hermit, the last of the five
cut-throats whom Norman of Torn had bested that day, six years before,
in the hut of Father Claude, had become majordomo of the great castle of
Torn, which post included also the vital functions of quartermaster and
The old man of Torn attended to the training of serf and squire in
the art of war, for it was ever necessary to fill the gaps made in the
companies, due to their constant encounters upon the highroad and their
battles at the taking of some feudal castle; in which they did not
always come off unscathed, though usually victorious.
Today, as they wound west across the valley, Norman of Torn rode at the
Bradley would have been glad to have averted a meeting; but as he desired to lead his party south around the end of the pool, and as it was hemmed in by the jungle on one side and the water on the other, there seemed no escape from an encounter.Page 10
Constant watchfulness was required to avoid the many snakes of various degrees of repulsiveness and enormity that infested the wood; and the only ray of hope they had to cling to was that the forest would, like the majority of Caspakian forests, prove to be of no considerable extent.Page 13
From that instant James was an absolutely broken man.Page 15
There was no evidence of a struggle.Page 18
Better, far better would it have been had he given in to the insistent demand of his subconscious mentor; but his almost fanatical obsession to save ammunition proved now his undoing, for while his attention was riveted upon the thing circling before him and while his ears were filled with the beating of its wings, there swooped silently out of the black night behind him another weird and ghostly shape.Page 19
Thus Bradley reasoned--thus most of us reason; not by what might be possible; but by what has fallen within the range of our experience.Page 22
His gesture was eloquent; but he embellished it by remarking, "And possibly if you are.Page 25
This he dumped into Bradley's "trough," as he already thought of it.Page 32
That you are here, alive, shows that they may not intend to kill you at all, and so there is a chance for you if you do not anger them; but touch him in violence and your bleached skull will top the loftiest pedestal of Oo-oh.Page 33
"Even if we escaped the city," she replied, "there is the big water between the island of Oo-oh and the Galu shore.Page 35
All was dark below and for an instant the Englishman came as near to experiencing real terror as he had ever come in his life before.Page 36
With eyes straining through the gloom the man lay watching the grim and sinister thing in the corner.Page 37
"There is a way out! There is a way out!" Dragging itself to his side the creature slumped upon the Englishman's breast.Page 41
In fact, it seemed even less difficult of comprehension than that with which he was familiar.Page 46
Perhaps after dark he could steal through the temple grounds and continue on downstream until he had come beyond the city; and so he stood and waited until his limbs became almost paralyzed with cold, and he knew that he must find some other plan for escape.Page 51
"Can't be done.Page 64
He heard her gasp of astonishment when she realized the ingenuity and boldness of his plan; then he directed her to adjust the other pair of wings and the robe upon him.Page 69
And then one day as a bolt out of a clear sky came that which blasted the peace and security of their sanctuary forever.Page 81
Like Bradley he was garbed after the fashion of the surrounding warriors; but there was a subtle difference between him and his companion.Page 83
It was a happy party that sailed north toward sunny, southern California, the old U-33 trailing in the wake of the Toreador and flying with the latter the glorious Stars and Stripes beneath which she had been born in the shipyard at Santa Monica.