not very gallant, my husband," replied the young woman,
smiling, "but as I am equally bored I can forgive you. Go and play at
your tiresome old cards, then, if you will."
When he had gone she let her eyes wander slyly to the figure of a tall
young man stretched lazily in a chair not far distant.
"MAGNIFIQUE!" she breathed once more.
The Countess Olga de Coude was twenty. Her husband forty. She was a
very faithful and loyal wife, but as she had had nothing whatever to do
with the selection of a husband, it is not at all unlikely that she was
not wildly and passionately in love with the one that fate and her
titled Russian father had selected for her. However, simply because
she was surprised into a tiny exclamation of approval at sight of a
splendid young stranger it must not be inferred therefrom that her
thoughts were in any way disloyal to her spouse. She merely admired,
as she might have admired a particularly fine specimen of any species.
Furthermore, the young man was unquestionably good to look at.
As her furtive glance rested upon his profile he rose to leave the
deck. The Countess de Coude beckoned to a passing steward. "Who is
that gentleman?" she asked.
"He is booked, madam, as Monsieur Tarzan, of Africa," replied the
"Rather a large estate," thought the girl, but now her interest was
still further aroused.
As Tarzan walked slowly toward the smoking-room he came unexpectedly
upon two men whispering excitedly just without. He would have
vouchsafed them not even a passing thought but for the strangely guilty
glance that one of them shot in his direction. They reminded Tarzan of
melodramatic villains he had seen at the theaters in Paris. Both were
very dark, and this, in connection with the shrugs and stealthy glances
that accompanied their palpable intriguing, lent still greater force to
Tarzan entered the smoking-room, and sought a chair a little apart from
the others who were there. He felt in no mood for conversation, and as
he sipped his absinth he let his mind run rather sorrowfully over the
past few weeks of his life. Time and again he had wondered if he had
acted wisely in renouncing his birthright to a man to whom he owed
nothing. It is true that he liked Clayton, but--ah, but that was not
the question. It was not for William Cecil Clayton, Lord Greystoke,
that he had denied his birth. It was for
But on this June day in the year of our Lord 1243, Henry so forgot himself as to very unjustly accuse De Montfort of treason in the presence of a number of the King's gentlemen.Page 1
As the arras fell behind the departing King, De Montfort shrugged his broad shoulders, and turning, left the apartment by another door.Page 27
" At this juncture, the old man arose and left the room, saving he would fetch more food from the kitchen, but he turned immediately he had passed the doorway and listened from without.Page 29
The old man engaged Greystoke now, and the boy turned his undivided attention to Beauchamp.Page 30
The boy, while young, was tall and broad shouldered, and so the old man had little difficulty in fitting one of the suits of armor to him, obliterating the devices so that none might guess to whom it had belonged.Page 36
" "'Tis well, my son, and even as I myself would have it; together we shall ride out, and where we ride, a trail of blood shall mark our way.Page 37
There should be great riding after such as he.Page 43
As his glance rested upon this woman, whom fate had destined to alter the entire course of his life, Norman of Torn saw that she was beautiful, and that she was of that class against whom he had preyed for years with his band of outlaw cut-throats.Page 53
"Whatever be thy object: whether revenge or the natural bent of a cruel and degraded mind, I know not; but if any be curst because of the Outlaw of Torn, it will be thou--I had almost said, unnatural father; but I do not believe a single drop of thy debased blood flows in the veins of him thou callest son.Page 82
He crouched entirely concealed by a great lilac bush, which many times before had hid his traitorous form.Page 83
Thou hast not told me in so many words, but I be an old man and versed in reading true between the lines, and so I know that thou lovest Bertrade de Montfort.Page 96
Here the girl felt with swift fingers the edge of the molding.Page 98
" Joan de Tany drew slowly away from him, and without reply, took his hand and led him forward through a dark, cold corridor.Page 105
"My Lady, the young girl was Joan de Tany; the noble was My Lord the Earl of Buckingham; and the outlaw stands before you to fulfill the duty he has sworn to do.Page 106
Near midday, as they were approaching the Thames near the environs of London, they saw a great concourse of people hooting and jeering at a small party of gentlemen and gentlewomen.Page 110
" This the officer did and, when he had assured himself that Norman of Torn was not within, an hour had passed, and Joan de Tany felt certain that the Outlaw of Torn was too far ahead to be caught by the King's men; so she said: "There was one here just before you came who called himself though by another name than Norman of Torn.Page 121
The King's party, however, had no suspicion that an attack was imminent and,.Page 128
"Give him a great draught of brandy," said the outlaw, "or he will sink down and choke in the froth of his own terror.Page 139
" "I am glad thee wish it," she replied.Page 150
reasons of clarity: "chid" to "chide" "sword play" to "swordplay" "subtile" to "subtle".