moment entered his
head. To him, the fault was all his; and perhaps it was this quality of
chivalry that was the finest of the many noble characteristics of his
sterling character. So his next words were typical of the man; and did
Joan de Tany love him, or did she not, she learned that night to respect
and trust him as she respected and trusted few men of her acquaintance.
"My Lady," said Norman of Torn, "we have been through much, and we are
as little children in a dark attic, and so if I have presumed upon our
acquaintance," and he lowered his arm from about her shoulder, "I ask
you to forgive it for I scarce know what to do, from weakness and from
the pain of the blow upon my head."
Joan de Tany drew slowly away from him, and without reply, took his hand
and led him forward through a dark, cold corridor.
"We must go carefully now," she said at last, "for there be stairs
He held her hand pressed very tightly in his, tighter perhaps than
conditions required, but she let it lie there as she led him forward,
very slowly down a flight of rough stone steps.
Norman of Torn wondered if she were angry with him and then, being new
at love, he blundered.
"Joan de Tany," he said.
"Yes, Roger de Conde; what would you?"
"You be silent, and I fear that you be angry with me. Tell me that you
forgive what I have done, an it offended you. I have so few friends," he
added sadly, "that I cannot afford to lose such as you."
"You will never lose the friendship of Joan de Tany," she answered. "You
have won her respect and--and--" But she could not say it and so she
trailed off lamely--"and undying gratitude."
But Norman of Torn knew the word that she would have spoken had he dared
to let her. He did not, for there was always the vision of Bertrade de
Montfort before him; and now another vision arose that would effectually
have sealed his lips had not the other--he saw the Outlaw of Torn
dangling by his neck from a wooden gibbet.
Before, he had only feared that Joan de Tany loved him, now he knew it,
and while he marvelled that so wondrous a creature could feel love for
him, again he blamed himself, and felt sorrow for them both; for he did
not return her love nor could he imagine a love strong enough to survive
the knowledge that it was possessed by the Devil
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He was a good officer, but a man for whom I had conceived a rather unreasoning aversion almost at the first moment of meeting him, an aversion which was not lessened by the knowledge which I subsequently gained that he looked upon my rapid promotion with jealousy.Page 10
I put my hand on his shoulder, and I guess that my voice trembled a trifle as, while reproving him for his act, I made it plain to.Page 12
A gentle west wind was blowing.Page 13
We all shouted, and I fired my pistol to attract their.Page 27
They had become what they are today during the two centuries of the profound peace which we of the navy have been prone to deplore.Page 30
This time I was pitted against men--the spear told me that all too plainly--but so long as they didn't take me unawares or from behind I had little fear of them.Page 38
They wore, in fact, every indication of a most primitive people--a race which had not yet risen to the heights of agriculture or even the possession of domestic animals.Page 45
The gates of London! Where was the multitude hurrying to the marts of trade after a night of pleasure or rest? Where was the clang of tramcar gongs, the screech of motor horns, the vast murmur of a dense throng? Where were they? And as I asked the question a lone, gaunt lion strode from the tangled jungle upon the far side of the clearing.Page 49
hand in hand, while Victory asked many questions and for the first time I began to realize something of the magnificence and power of the race from whose loins she had sprung.Page 52
I knew that they would support our weight, and as we could gain nothing by remaining longer in the palace, I decided to descend by way of the ivy and follow along down the river in the direction of the launch.Page 54
I have kissed many women--young and beautiful and middle aged and old, and many that I had no business kissing--but never before had I experienced that remarkable and altogether delightful thrill that followed the accidental brushing of my lips against the lips of Victory.Page 56
She was swimming silently, her chin just touching the water, but blood was streaming from between her lips.Page 67
while I, although fully conscious of the gravity of his offense, could not bring myself to give the death penalty.Page 68
To my relief, the mechanism responded--the launch was uninjured.Page 69
I noticed that the men wore spurs,.Page 72
Neither had the poor devils themselves more than the most vague conception of what lay in store for them, except that they were going elsewhere to continue in the slavery that they had known since their capture by their black conquerors--a slavery that was to continue until death released them.Page 78
Ah, what royal generosity! A small door at one side of the room opened, and the poor creatures filed in and were ranged in a long line before the throne.Page 81
He glanced up as I emerged from the room, the occupants of which had not seen me.Page 82
Menelek was a powerful man, and he was fighting for his life.