Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Stand clear and save your ears; my business is with the white-faced boy behind you." But Guyder Touchett, ruddy, full-bodied, and loving his life as well as any man, only girded at him, saying: "Is there, then, a deeper hell than this? I follow where my master has gone, and you, my lord, shall show me the way." "The more fool you," quoth Quinton Edge, and drove at him.
Guyder Touchett shrugged his shoulders. "Anything you like. When the ale is in the eye there are stranger things than gray cats to be discovered at the half-dawn. In my opinion, Garth is a fool and a liar." "And, as usual, your opinion is wrong," retorted Constans, "for the Gray Men are really here. But I cannot wait; I must speak with Sir Gavan himself."
Guyder Touchett, the burly captain of the watch, clapped him familiarly on the back. "Your legs have saved your skin, master. God's life! but you flashed through the cover like a cock-grouse going down the wind. Yet I trembled lest a cross-bow bolt might be following even faster." "They have come the Doomsmen?" panted Constans.
It seemed to Constans that he was wandering in a bristling thicket of steel points; thunderous crashes re-echoed in his ears; the red light from the burning building eddied about his feet, a sea of blood and flame. His father and Tennant were down, never to rise again; a few paces in front of him Guyder Touchett headed a little knot of the defenders, swearing furiously as he hewed and hacked.
Yet he had listened himself, and in spite of himself, for assuredly the fellow talked well. The evening was now well advanced and the customary hour of retirement was at hand. It was still raining, but Guyder Touchett, who came in dripping from his nightly task of posting the watch, remarked that the wind was changing and that it was likely to clear when the moon rose.
A half-dozen against ten times their number; the issue could not be doubtful. Even as he gazed, two of the six sunk to their knees and then fell face downward, a dreadful sign that even a child might understand. Now, Guyder Touchett stood alone, and about him a snarling pack of Dom Gillian's wolves, waiting cautiously upon one another, for the Stockader had a long sword-arm.
Word Of The Day