could not well be blamed," said Joan de Tany, generously. "Bertrade
de Montfort is all and even more than you have said; it be a benediction
simply to have known her."
As she spoke, Norman of Torn looked upon her critically for the first
time, and he saw that Joan de Tany was beautiful, and that when she
spoke, her face lighted with a hundred little changing expressions of
intelligence and character that cast a spell of fascination about her.
Yes, Joan de Tany was good to look upon, and Norman of Torn carried
a wounded heart in his breast that longed for surcease from its
sufferings--for a healing balm upon its hurts and bruises.
And so it came to pass that, for many days, the Outlaw of Torn was a
daily visitor at the castle of Richard de Tany, and the acquaintance
between the man and the two girls ripened into a deep friendship, and
with one of them, it threatened even more.
Norman of Torn, in his ignorance of the ways of women, saw only
friendship in the little acts of Joan de Tany. His life had been a hard
and lonely one. The only ray of brilliant and warming sunshine that had
entered it had been his love for Bertrade de Montfort and hers for him.
His every thought was loyal to the woman whom he knew was not for him,
but he longed for the companionship of his own kind and so welcomed the
friendship of such as Joan de Tany and her fair guest. He did not dream
that either looked upon him with any warmer sentiment than the sweet
friendliness which was as new to him as love--how could he mark the line
between or foresee the terrible price of his ignorance!
Mary de Stutevill saw and she thought the man but fickle and shallow
in matters of the heart--many there were, she knew, who were thus. She
might have warned him had she known the truth, but instead, she let
things drift except for a single word of warning to Joan de Tany.
"Be careful of thy heart, Joan," she said, "lest it be getting away from
thee into the keeping of one who seems to love no less quickly than he
The daughter of De Tany flushed.
"I am quite capable of safeguarding my own heart, Mary de Stutevill,"
she replied warmly. "If thou covet this man thyself, why, but say so. Do
not think though that, because thy heart glows in his presence, mine is
It was Mary's turn now to show offense, and
All these evidences of careful and systematic cultivation convinced me that.Page 12
We had, perhaps, three hundred yards to cover between our boulder and the cliffs, and then to search out a suitable shelter for our stand against the terrifying things that were pursuing us.Page 15
The plant man was well muscled, heavy, and powerful but my earthly sinews and greater agility, in conjunction with the deathly strangle hold I had upon him, would have given me, I think, an eventual victory had we had time to discuss the merits of our relative prowess uninterrupted.Page 34
But why would you return to face again the fierce banth, or whatever other form of destruction they have loosed within that awful trap?" "Because my friend fights there alone," I answered, as I hastily sought and found the keys upon the carcass of the dead custodian of this grim chamber of horrors.Page 43
Tars Tarkas.Page 55
I wondered if by chance the vessel might be deserted.Page 58
I had no quarrel with the therns before, but can you wonder that I feel no great love for them now? I have spoken.Page 60
As we passed at a dizzy height over the narrow domains of the therns the flash of powder far below bore mute witness to the ferocity of the battle that still raged along that cruel frontier.Page 64
Orders were shouted, but it was too late to save the giant propellers, and with a crash we rammed them.Page 68
They only worshipped a beautiful hope for a life of love and peace and happiness in the hereafter.Page 108
I sprang to the top of our partition.Page 151
"Dejah Thoris could not believe her at first, but finally when the girl had narrated all the strange adventures that had befallen her since she had met John Carter, and told her of the things John Carter, and Carthoris, and Xodar had narrated of their adventures in the Land of the First Born, Dejah Thoris knew that it could be none other than the Prince of Helium; 'For who,' she said, 'upon all Barsoom other than John Carter could have done the deeds you tell of.Page 162
For an instant I did not open my eyes.Page 164
At the point where we left the pits of Zat Arras we found the body of the guard Carthoris had slain.Page 170
countless ages.Page 173
Nothing could withstand them in the fever of battle lust which enthralled them.Page 175
He recognized me from the three trips that I.Page 181
To my horror, however, I found that my retreat in this direction had been blocked--across the mouth of the corridor stood a massive steel grating that had evidently been lowered from its resting-place above for the purpose of effectually cutting off my escape.Page 182
The smoke was thick behind me.Page 183
Sooner than I had expected I came to what appeared to me to be a sudden exit into the temple above.