when he let his mind dwell upon it. He had lost her. No more
surely had she been lost when he thought her dead than she was in
reality now that he had seen her living--living in the guise of a
refinement that had transfigured and sanctified her.
He had loved her before, now he worshipped her. He knew that he might
never possess her now, but at least he might see her. From a distance
he might look upon her. Perhaps he might serve her; but never must she
guess that he had found her or that he lived.
He wondered if she ever thought of him--if the happy days that they had
spent together never recurred to her mind. It seemed unbelievable that
such could be the case, and yet, too, it seemed almost equally
unbelievable that this beautiful girl was the same disheveled, half
naked, little sprite who skipped nimbly among the branches of the trees
as they ran and played in the lazy, happy days of the past. It could
not be that her memory held more of the past than did her new
It was a sad Korak who ranged the jungle near the plain's edge waiting
for the coming of his Meriem--the Meriem who never came.
But there came another--a tall, broad-shouldered man in khaki at the
head of a swarthy crew of ebon warriors. The man's face was set in
hard, stern lines and the marks of sorrow were writ deep about his
mouth and eyes--so deep that the set expression of rage upon his
features could not obliterate them.
Korak saw the man pass beneath him where he hid in the great tree that
had harbored him before upon the edge of that fateful little clearing.
He saw him come and he set rigid and frozen and suffering above him.
He saw him search the ground with his keen eyes, and he only sat there
watching with eyes that glazed from the intensity of his gaze. He saw
him sign to his men that he had come upon that which he sought and he
saw him pass out of sight toward the north, and still Korak sat like a
graven image, with a heart that bled in dumb misery. An hour later
Korak moved slowly away, back into the jungle toward the west. He went
listlessly, with bent head and stooped shoulders, like an old man who
bore upon his back the weight of a great sorrow.
Baynes, following his black guide, battled his
And he would let the King know to whom, and for what cause, he was beholden for his defeat and discomfiture.Page 13
De Vac did not dare remain in this retreat until dark, as he had first intended.Page 14
" Beneath the planks, not four feet from where Leicester stood, lay the object of his search.Page 35
" "But what be the duties?" said he whom they called Peter the Hermit.Page 37
As he rushed, bull-like, toward Norman of Torn, the latter made no move to draw; he but stood with folded arms, eyeing Shandy with cold, level gaze; his head held high, haughty face marked by an arrogant sneer of contempt.Page 41
Before them, on the highroad, five knights in armor were now engaged in furious battle with a party of ten or a dozen other steel-clad warriors, while crouching breathless on her palfry, a young woman sat a little apart from the contestants.Page 55
Today the two girls roamed slowly through the gardens of the great court, their arms about each other's waists, pouring the last confidences into each other's ears, for tomorrow Bertrade had elected to return to Leicester.Page 57
Wait below in the courtyard.Page 74
"He would enter with one companion, my Lord Earl.Page 80
The fellow has been amply repaid by the friendship of De Montfort, but now this act of perfidy has wiped clean the score.Page 91
"What now?" he cried.Page 103
The sight of them nearly caused the old fellow to die of fright, for to see fifty armed men issue from the untenanted halls was well reckoned to blanch even a braver cheek.Page 112
Silently they had come in the night preceding the funeral, and as silently, they slipped away northward into the falling shadows of the following night.Page 113
"Naught but sorrow and death follow in my footsteps.Page 123
So great was the wrath.Page 129
Five times did the razor point touch the forehead of Peter of Colfax, until the watchers saw there, upon the brow of the doomed man, the seal of death, in letters of blood--NT.Page 139
"I feared that, for some reason, thee might not think it best for me to go with thee now.Page 142
There was no play now for the Outlaw of Torn.Page 147
" "Take it not so hard, my son," said Eleanor of England.Page 150
reasons of clarity: "chid" to "chide" "sword play" to "swordplay" "subtile" to "subtle".