The Outlaw of Torn

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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the Baron returns to let us out of this musty

"Wait," she answered, "until I quiet my nerves a little. I am all
unstrung." He felt her body tremble as it pressed against his.

With the spirit of protection strong within him, what wonder that his
arm fell about her shoulder as though to say, fear not, for I be brave
and powerful; naught can harm you while I am here.

Presently she reached her hands up to his face, made brave to do it by
the sheltering darkness.

"Roger," she whispered, her tongue halting over the familiar name.
"I thought that they had killed you, and all for me, for my foolish
stubbornness. Canst forgive me?"

"Forgive?" he asked, smiling to himself. "Forgive being given an
opportunity to fight? There be nothing to forgive, Joan, unless it be
that I should ask forgiveness for protecting thee so poorly."

"Do not say that," she commanded. "Never was such bravery or such
swordsmanship in all the world before; never such a man."

He did not answer. His mind was a chaos of conflicting thoughts. The
feel of her hands as they had lingered momentarily, and with a vague
caress upon his cheek, and the pressure of her body as she leaned
against him sent the hot blood coursing through his veins. He was
puzzled, for he had not dreamed that friendship was so sweet. That she
did not shrink from his encircling arms should have told him much, but
Norman of Torn was slow to realize that a woman might look upon him with
love. Nor had he a thought of any other sentiment toward her than that
of friend and protector.

And then there came to him as in a vision another fair and beautiful
face--Bertrade de Montfort's--and Norman of Torn was still more puzzled;
for at heart he was clean, and love of loyalty was strong within him.
Love of women was a new thing to him, and, robbed as he had been all his
starved life of the affection and kindly fellowship, of either men or
women, it is little to be wondered at that he was easily impressionable
and responsive to the feeling his strong personality had awakened in two
of England's fairest daughters.

But with the vision of that other face, there came to him a faint
realization that mayhap it was a stronger power than either friendship
or fear which caused that lithe, warm body to cling so tightly to him.
That the responsibility for the critical stage their young acquaintance
had so quickly reached was not his had never for a

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