Rocky Ford enterprise., 1906-01-26
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with that she flashed iIghtfoot into
one OF the low doors which led into
the hanking turrets of the quad
rangie, and In a tierce OF seconds she
was out again. In forester's dress
of green doubiet and broad pleated
kir,Ie that came to her knee.
Il myself" she said. will be this
young mans second In this place
wher. he has 30 many enemies and
no friends
As the forester In green and the
prisoner stood up together. the
guards murmurcd In astonishmcnt nt
the likeness between them.
Had this Dane and our Joan been
brother and sister. they could not
have favored each other more" they
said.
a deep blush rose to tho youths
Swarihy face.
II am not worthy" he said. and
kept his eyes upon the 1.-THE figure Of
the girl In It's array OF well ftIins
green. Il cannot thank you'" he said
again.
Tut she answered. "worthy-un.
worthy-thank-unl avail
these upon the mountains Of kcrrs'
bcrE and In the castle OF Joan Of the
Sword7 a good heart. n merry fight.
quick death. These are more to
th" purpose than many thanks and
compliments. Peter Baiia. are you
Ncconting Werner Come hithcr. Let
us try the swords. VIII not these two
scrvc- Guard. Well smittcn! There.
| enough. What. you are touched ON
the sword arm. Faith. man. for the
moment | forgot that II was no, you
and who were to drum. Now. then.
Maurice Won Lynar-Wofncr. Al the
salute. Ready Fall to-"
II give the Sparhawk i've minutes.
said Boris to Joriau. after the hrSt
pass. II was little more than formfl
and gave no token OF what was 10 fol.
low. Yet for fun twenty mlnu,is
| Werner Won Orsoin, the oldest sword.
or OF all the north. from the marshes
OF wilma to the hills OF Siiesia. could
do nothing but stand on the icf"n.
] sivc. so fierce and lnccssant were thc
| attacks OF the young Dane.
The Kcrnsbergcr is playing with
HIM" said Boris. under his breath.
Jorian nodded. He had no breath to
waste.
But he Is not going to kill HIM.
He has not the Death In his cyr!"
Boris spoke with judgment. for SO 1t
proved. Werner lifted an eyebrow
| for the fraction of n second toward
his mistress. And then at the end OF
the next rally his sword Just touch.
| ed his young adversary on the shoul.
dc- and the blood answered the
| thrust. staining the white under.dou.
blet OF the Dane.
Then Werner threw down his sword
and held out his hand.
| "a well fought rally" he said. "let
us be friends. We need lads OF such
mettle to ride the forays from abe
| hills of kcrnsbcrH. | am sorry
baited you. Sparhawk!'
.A good fight clears ALL" replied tho
youth. smiling In his turn.
Bring n bandaEc for his shoulder
Peter Balta!" cried Joan. milne was
the cleaner stroke which went through
your great muscle. but werner's is
somewhat the deeper. You can keep
each other company at the dice box
these next days. And. as warrant
HeitHeT u YOU mas u l-uDcCk Sulluer
TO bless yourselves with. you can
cen play for love till you wear out
the pips with throwing"
| Then I am not TO go back to the
duEgeon?' said the lad. one reason
of whose wounding had been that he
also lifted his eyes for n moment to
those OF his second.
ITO prison-no.' said Joan. you
| are one OF us now. We have blooded
you. Do you take service with ne?"
II have no choice-your father left
me monet" the lad replied. quickly
altering his phrase. Castle Lynar is
no more. My grandfather. my mother
and my uncles are all dead. and there
is small service in going back to Den
mark where there are more than
enough OF hungry gentlemen with no
wealth but their swords and no living
| but their gentility. If you will let me
serve in the ranks. Duchess Joan.
shaIf be well content" '~
"a also" said Joan heartily. We
=arc all Tree 'ih''Kernsberg, even If We
are not all equal. We will try you
Ta%the ranks first"