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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Neither do I. But if it isn't that why does his crowd sit still and grin?" "I suppose they don't know of his capture." "Maybe. 'Tany rate, it's what our folk believe. I have my own views." "Tell me." "They're a trifle too fantastic for publication yet awhile." He rose and buttoned his gloves. "There's to be a meeting at Lord Almont's flat this morning.
"Straight toward the west by the middle road," lied Joan de Tany. And, as the officer hurried from the castle and, with his men at his back, galloped furiously away toward the west, the girl sank down upon a bench, pressing her little hands to her throbbing temples. Then she opened the packet which Norman of Torn had handed her, and within found two others.
Another thing, a painful thing he had learned from it, too, that the attitude of Joan de Tany, daughter of an old and noble house, was but the attitude which the Outlaw of Torn must expect from any good woman of her class; what he must expect from Bertrade de Montfort when she learned that Roger de Conde was Norman of Torn.
Instantly the call "to arms" and "mount" sounded through the camp and, in five minutes, a hundred mercenaries galloped rapidly toward the castle of Richard de Tany, in the visions of their captain a great reward and honor and preferment for the capture of the mighty outlaw who was now almost within his clutches.
Before, he had only feared that Joan de Tany loved him, now he knew it, and while he marvelled that so wondrous a creature could feel love for him, again he blamed himself, and felt sorrow for them both; for he did not return her love nor could he imagine a love strong enough to survive the knowledge that it was possessed by the Devil of Torn.
"I have a little matter of business with my friend, the Earl of Buckingham. Business which I fear will not wait." Joan de Tany looked on in silence. Nor did she urge him to remain, as he raised her hand to his lips in farewell.
Learn to make a pen, and write a very large clean hand, and then I shall love you, if possible, more than I do at present. Frederick, what would I give to see you Regent with a Council, and Tany that Council. You say nothing to me of Lizy or Gertrude; my love to them. George must certainly be grown, but I do not perceive it.
For answer Norman of Torn pointed to the forehead of the dead Earl of Buckingham, and there Roger Leybourn saw, in letters of blood, NT. The Baron advanced with outstretched hand. "I owe you much. You have saved my poor, silly wife from this beast, and Joan de Tany is my cousin, so I am doubly beholden to you, Norman of Torn." The outlaw pretended that he did not see the hand.
En garde, My Lord!" The encounter was short, for Norman of Torn had come to kill, and he had been looking through a haze of blood for hours in fact every time he had thought of those brutal fingers upon the fair throat of Joan de Tany and of the cruel blow that had fallen upon her face.
The big mouth opened in a gasp for breath, which was heard throughout the room, and Lilias stammered out a dismayed assent. "Certainly of course. So glad you did. If I can do anything I shall be most pleased " "Of course, my dear. Your mother's daughter. Knew it by your face. Not tany tea, thank you, bad for digestion enjoyed bad health for many years and can only stay a minute.
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