She slid quickly from her palfrey and ran fearlessly toward his
prostrate form, reckless of the tangled mass of snorting, trampling,
steel-clad horses, and surging fighting-men that surrounded him. And
well it was for Norman of Torn that this brave girl was there that day,
for even as she reached his side, the sword point of one of the soldiers
was at his throat for the coup de grace.
With a cry, Joan de Tany threw herself across the outlaw's body,
shielding him as best she could from the threatening sword.
Cursing loudly, the soldier grasped her roughly by the arm to drag her
from his prey, but at this juncture, a richly armored knight galloped up
and drew rein beside the party.
The newcomer was a man of about forty-five or fifty; tall, handsome,
black-mustached and with the haughty arrogance of pride most often
seen upon the faces of those who have been raised by unmerited favor to
positions of power and affluence.
He was John de Fulm, Earl of Buckingham, a foreigner by birth and for
years one of the King's favorites; the bitterest enemy of De Montfort
and the barons.
"What now?" he cried. "What goes on here?"
The soldiers fell back, and one of them replied:
"A party of the King's enemies attacked us, My Lord Earl, but we routed
them, taking these two prisoners."
"Who be ye?" he said, turning toward Joan who was kneeling beside De
Conde, and as she raised her head, "My God! The daughter of De Tany! a
noble prize indeed my men. And who be the knight?"
"Look for yourself, My Lord Earl," replied the girl removing the helm,
which she had been unlacing from the fallen man.
"Edward?" he ejaculated. "But no, it cannot be, I did but yesterday
leave Edward in Dover."
"I know not who he be," said Joan de Tany, "except that he be the most
marvelous fighter and the bravest man it has ever been given me to see.
He called himself Roger de Conde, but I know nothing of him other than
that he looks like a prince, and fights like a devil. I think he has no
quarrel with either side, My Lord, and so, as you certainly do not make
war on women, you will let us go our way in peace as we were when your
soldiers wantonly set upon us."
"A De Tany, madam, were a great and valuable capture in these troublous
times," replied the Earl, "and that alone were enough to necessitate my
keeping you; but a beautiful De Tany is yet a different matter and
Fused with the melting inner crust, it has passed forever beyond the ken of man other than in that lost pocket of the earth whither fate has borne me and where my doom is sealed.Page 4
Close to the boat's side floated the figure of a girl.Page 5
I was rubbing one of her hands when she opened her eyes, and I dropped it as though it were a red-hot rivet.Page 9
But peace upon the Channel has been but a transitory thing since August, 1914.Page 13
"Only losing the skipper," he added, "was the worst.Page 14
Immediately I became insanely jealous.Page 15
I passed Nobs down to him, and following, saw to the closing and fastening of the hatch.Page 16
"What the devil are we to do?" he asked.Page 17
Benson seen her in there las' night, too, but he never said nothin' till I goes on.Page 21
Bradley was standing at my side.Page 39
"You might as well call our attention to the fact, sir," he said, "that science has indicated that there is fresh water and vegetation on Mars.Page 44
It had been weeks, now, since we had tasted it, and the sight of the reptiles gave me an idea--that a steak or two from one of them might not be bad eating.Page 47
The grass, too, was less flowering, though there were still gorgeous patches mottling the greensward; and lastly, the fauna was less multitudinous.Page 55
An examination disclosed that five of our erstwhile opponents were dead and the sixth, the Neanderthal man, was but slightly wounded, a bullet having glanced from his thick skull, stunning him.Page 59
It took a long time to build that wall, and we all turned in and helped except von Schoenvorts, who, by the way, had not spoken to me except in the line of official business since our encounter--a condition of armed neutrality which suited me to a T.Page 61
fifteen miles the first day, camping on the bank of a large stream which runs southward.Page 62
I have tried on several occasions to broach the subject of my love to Lys; but she will not listen.Page 69
in the scale of humanity, but they were a step upward from those I had previously seen in Caspak.Page 75
In a dense wood I suddenly stumbled upon a thing which at first filled me with hope and later with the most utter despair and dejection.Page 80
The early light of morning was dimly filtering into the cave.