good than bad. Would that he were other
than he be, for his arm would wield a heavy sword against the enemies of
England, an he could be persuaded to our cause."
"Who knows," said Henry de Montfort, "but that an offer of friendship
might have won him to a better life. It seemed that in his speech was a
note of wistfulness. I wish, father, that we had taken his hand."
Several days after Norman of Torn's visit to the castle of Leicester,
a young knight appeared before the Earl's gates demanding admittance to
have speech with Simon de Montfort. The Earl received him, and as the
young man entered his presence, Simon de Montfort, sprang to his feet in
"My Lord Prince," he cried. "What do ye here, and alone?"
The young man smiled.
"I be no prince, My Lord," he said, "though some have said that I favor
the King's son. I be Roger de Conde, whom it may have pleased your
gracious daughter to mention. I have come to pay homage to Bertrade de
"Ah," said De Montfort, rising to greet the young knight cordially, "an
you be that Roger de Conde who rescued my daughter from the fellows of
Peter of Colfax, the arms of the De Montforts are open to you.
"Bertrade has had your name upon her tongue many times since her return.
She will be glad indeed to receive you, as is her father. She has told
us of your valiant espousal of her cause, and the thanks of her brothers
and mother await you, Roger de Conde.
"She also told us of your strange likeness to Prince Edward, but until I
saw you, I could not believe two men could be born of different mothers
and yet be so identical. Come, we will seek out my daughter and her
De Montfort led the young man to a small chamber where they were greeted
by Princess Eleanor, his wife, and by Bertrade de Montfort. The girl was
frankly glad to see him once more and laughingly chide him because he
had allowed another to usurp his prerogative and rescue her from Peter
"And to think," she cried, "that it should have been Norman of Torn who
fulfilled your duties for you. But he did not capture Sir Peter's head,
my friend; that is still at large to be brought to me upon a golden
"I have not forgotten, Lady Bertrade," said Roger de Conde. "Peter of
Colfax will return."
The girl glanced at him quickly.
"The very words of the Outlaw of Torn," she said.
She will never forgive you.Page 41
The "band" consists of a score or more Mahars.Page 43
There ensued a battle royal which for sustained and frightful ferocity transcends the power of imagination or description.Page 46
Just how I was to help Perry I could scarce imagine, but I hoped that some fortuitous circumstance might solve the problem for me.Page 50
"What do you want of my spear?" he asked.Page 53
Women and children were working in these gardens as we crossed toward the village.Page 62
Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra.Page 64
He seemed to realize that escape for me was impossible, and I could have sworn that his huge, fanged jaws grinned in pleasurable appreciation of my predicament, or was it in anticipation of the juicy morsel which would so soon be pulp between those formidable teeth? He was about fifty feet from me when I heard a voice.Page 74
Thus it has happened that several mighty warriors from far distant lands, whom we have captured on our slave raids, have battled the brutes turned in upon them and slain them, thereby winning their freedom.Page 77
I answered them all truthfully.Page 79
However it seemed likely that it would carry me once more safely through the crowded passages and chambers of the upper levels, and so I set out with Perry and Ghak--the stench of the illy cured pelts fairly choking me.Page 80
Down to the main floor we encountered many Mahars, Sagoths, and slaves; but no attention was paid to us as we had become a part of the domestic life of the building.Page 81
later as I rushed in I found myself facing two of the Mahars.Page 82
Do you understand?" He said that he did.Page 88
Close behind him were two more--fifty yards perhaps--but the distance gave me time to snatch up the dead guardsman's shield, for the close call his hatchet had just given me had borne in upon me the urgent need I had for one.Page 96
It was Jubal who could cast his spear entirely through the armored carcass of the sadok at fifty paces.Page 99
At any rate it is only upon this hypothesis that I can account for his next act, which was in the nature of a last resort--a sort of forlorn hope, which could only have been born of the belief that if he did not kill me quickly I should kill him.Page 105
"I had to tell you SOMETHING, David," she whispered.Page 106
have been his lawful mate.Page 110
The Mahars had offered fabulous rewards for the capture of any one of us alive, and at the same time had threatened to inflict the direst punishment upon whomever should harm us.