Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1906-09-21
(copyrlght :sss 190O. by 5. n. crockettJ

4 ~'-~A IdRloAH.
With that she flashed lightfoot int
one of the low doors which led int
the Ranking turrets of the quad
rangle, and in fierce of seconds sh
was cut again. in forester's dres
or green doublet and broad pleate,
kirtle that came to her knee.
Il myself" she said. will be thi
ycurg mans second in this plac,
/ where ne has so many enemies ant
nc friends"
As the forester in green and thu
prisoner stood up together, this
guards murmured in establishment a
the likeness between them.
Had this Dane and our Joan beer
brother ard sister, they could moi
have favored each other more" they
said.
4 deep blush rose to the youths
swarthy face
Il am not worthy" he said, and
kept his eyes upon the 1.-THE figure OF
the girl in its array of well fitting
green. Il cannot thank youw he said
again
Tut she answered, "worthy-un-
worthy -unthank-what avail
these upon the mountains of Kerns-
berg and in the castle of Joan of the
Sword? A good heart, a merry fight,
quick death, These are more to
the purpose than many thanks and
compliments. Peter Balta. are you
seconding Werner? Come hither Let
us try the swords. Will not these two
serve? Guard Well smitteni There,
enough. What, you are touched on
the sword arm? Faith, man, for the
moment | forgot that it was not you
and who were to drum Now, then,
Maurice Won Lynar-Werner. At the
salutel Ready Fall tot"
81 give the Sparhawk five minutes"
said Boris to Jorian, after the first
pass. 1t was little more than formal
and gave no token of what was to fol-
low. Yet for full twenty minutes
Werner Won Orseln, the Oldest sword
er Of all the north, from the marshes
Of wilma to the hills of Silesia, could
do nothing but stand on the defen-
sive, so fierce and incessant were the
attacks of the young Dane.
THE Kernsberger is playing with
limi' said Boris, under his breath.
Jorian nodded. He had no breath to
waste.
But he is not going to kill him.
lie has not the Death in his eyel" |
Boris spoke with judgment, for so il |
Werner lifted an eyebrow /
or the fraction Of second toward |
lis mistress. And then at the end of
he next rally his sword just touch
d his young adversary on the Shout
er and the blood answered the
hrust. staining the white under-dou-
let of the Dane
Then Werner threw down his sword
nd held out his hand
"A well fought rally" he said. sIet
5 be friends. We need lads of such
lettle to ride. the forays from the
ills Of Kernsberg. I am sorry l
aited you, Sparhawki"
"A good fight clears ALL" replied the
outh, smiling in his turn.
Bring a bandage for his shoulder.
eter Balta." cried Joan. Mine was
lie cleaner stroke which went through
,ur great muscle, but Werner's is
'mewhat the deeper You can keep
ich other company at the dice box
ese next days. And. as I warrant
either of you has a Lubbock guilder
bless yourselves with, you can {
en- play for love till you wear out |
e pips with throwing 3
Then l am not to go back to the &
ngeon?" said the lad, one reason
whose wounding had been that he d
20 lifted his eyes for a moment to '
ose of his second. =
ITO prison-no." said Joan. you S
3 one of US now. We have blooded
u. Do you take service with me?"
4 have no choice-your father left
J nonei" the lad replied, quickly is
ering his phrase. Castle Lynar is Fl
more. Ny grandfather, my mother d
my uncles are all dead, and there
small service in going back to Den IL
rk, where there are more than Il
ough Of hungry gentlemen with no S,
alth but their swords and no living o.
their gentility. If you will let me q
We in the ranks, Duchess Joan, | NJ
IL be well content" =
/ also.' said Joan heartily. I'VE hi
all free in Kernsberg, even if we
not all equal. We will try you al
the ranks first" W
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