The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-03-31
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ia Ike to change places with You, .
Organ said.
"a piece of national conreit. Ny
lance play may be us good as yours
Sure, that's not it at all. The one
who fights dies fighting; the one who
issleft dies there. Pm the one who's
left. That is what troubles me-" And
he waved his hand toward the square.
TITS bad sign when a man banks
as loudly as Vasca does" 1 said.
HThat's a sound enough argument
when civilization has knocked half the
fighting power out of a man, but it's
just meaningless here. In Drussen.
land man daren't bark unless he can
bite. I'd give1a good deal to be back IN
Yadasara. The place is fun of black.
guards, to be sure, but they're black
guards you can understand-none Of
these tournament businesses and non
sense of that kind" s
There were three days OF waiting
before the tournament, three days in
which I had to steel myself TO behave
calmly, as usual, three days during
which could hardly remain still for
a moment.
The day dawned bright and sunny.
but with keenness In the air which
perhaps my nervous excitement cxag,
lgerated. / woke early and never, sure
". have hours been so leaden winged
as they were that morning.
I'VE will not be the first 10 arrive"
said Organ, curbing my Impotence
ut would only be to show anxiety"
Which, of course, we do not feel"
/ said, with a nervous laugh.
We waited In silence until IL was
time to so, and in silence we rode to
the camp,
Plentiful as the accommodation IN
the lists had seemed to me, it was evil
IDENTIFY not too much. Every seat, ev-
cry point Of vantage, had been taken.
There were two entrances reserved for
the knights who were to take part In
the days proceedings, facing each 9th.
er and shut of from the arena by
barrier which was only opened to let
knight pass In to combat.
On one side of the lists was gallery.
In which were the marshal and his
heralds, and opposite similar gallery,
where Princess Daria sat with her ret.
inue. My eyes were riveted on this
gallery, but 1 could not tell whether
she had noticed me or whether she
looked anxious or Indifferent.
your time approaches, VerraII,"
said o'Ryan, looking to the harness of
my horse.
The trumpets sounded. and a roar
Of welcome came from n thousand
throats. Other combats had excited.
but my entrance heralded the perform
ance which had brought this crowd to.
gether. AS rode past the gallery the
marshal and his attendants rose to
give me courteous welcome. So had
they risen to each knight as he en-.
tered the lists, but there was keener
criticism in their eyes as they rose to
me. Some friends had among them,
some enemies. could probably have
divided friends from foes by the ex.
preston on their faces. Kept my
horse well in hand l had no desire
now to show Oh calamity. The bust
ness before me was too serious and
might all too soon give the lie to my
warlike appearance. Slowly / walked
the horse round the lists until ] was
opposite the gallery In which Princess
Daria sat.
The princess rose, and suluted her
gravely, wondering If at that moment
the same thought ran through both our
brains-the thought of the handker-
chief which she had given and which
even then was lying close to my heart.
Then ] rode back and stood, beneath
the marshal's gallery
sSHeralds. sound tho challenge &c the.
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