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I unsheathed my Saxon sword Frontispiece
Slipped a length of twisted cloth over his wicked neck and tightened it with a jerk 12
I gave him the spear as he lowered his head 62
“Die, then!” she yelled; “and may a thousand curses weigh down your souls!” 84
The Princes stood hesitating as I towered before them 110
Stern, inflexible, I frowned upon them 154
“By Abraham! noble Sir, those greaves become your legs!” 182
“I will not trust you!” she screamed 234
Five hundred of us charged boldly ten thousand Frenchmen! 270
Flamaucœur had taken it full in his side 276
Looking gently in the dead girl’s face, was Blodwen—Blodwen—my thousand-years-dead wife288
She proffered it to me 318
He kept those yellow orbs turned upon the garden 364
The great bird was dropping his ivory beak into the sweet chalice 372
Then came the scoundrel Spaniard, his lean, hungry face all drawn and puckered with his wicked passions 446