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Updated: June 15, 2025
And next came a bigger rout, a half score or so, and they also laughing and jeering; but amidst them, plain to see riding a-straddle, their ankles twisted together under the horses' bellies, their hands bound behind them, first Atra, black- clad as erst; then Aurea, in a gown of wheat-colour; then Viridis, green-clad.
Nothing was spotted in the air. And they couldn't have blasted off into space. All their ships were low-flying stuff." Blasting off from the Sinclair plantation immediately, the three cadets and the major had hoped to find the operations base of the green-clad invaders, but the ships had disappeared.
Bow-may singeth: Purblind am I, the voice of the chiding; Then tell me what is the thing ye bear? What is the gift that your hands are hiding, The gold-adorned, the dread and dear? Wood-wise singeth: Dark in the sheath lies the Anvil's Brother, Hid is the hammered Death of Men. Would ye look on the gift of the green-clad Mother? How then shall ye ask for a gift again?
"This makes a fellow feel like a true poet," murmured Powell, gazing dreamily at the water, and then he went on: "I love to glide, By the green-clad side Of the glassy lake, And there to take My ease with book Or line and hook, And spend the day Far, far away From care and toil, On Nature's soil." "Just to listen to Songbird!" cried Tom.
She wore a very low-cut and short-skirted red evening frock, so tight that she seemed to ooze distressingly from every aperture. A red rose drooped in her thick black hair. Like the lank green-clad Andrew, she betrayed anxiety beneath her heavy make-up. The delay to their turn, prolonging her suspense, caused her to stamp her foot with annoyance. "The sale grue! and she sings like a duck."
And there he sat waiting through the darkness and the dawn. The reds and golds in the eastern sky spread and paled. The little green-clad city stretched down the gentle hill, now indistinct in the haze. An early electric car whirred and jangled past the station, and Porter was half conscious of the noise.
Immediately Lactu's eyes became hard steely points. "That was your last chance!" he said. "Take him out and kill him!" The door suddenly burst open and a green-clad trooper raced across the bare floor, bowing hastily before Lactu. "Forgive this interruption, Lactu," he said breathlessly. "There are men in the jungle headed for the canyon rim. Three of them!" Lactu turned to Astro.
It was a dozen green-clad girls scattering wildly this way and that, olive-green aspen leaves tossing in a whirlwind, shuffling from pillar to post from rock to darkling rock.
As a rule, however, the great green-clad figure with its fringe of white hair the fringe that stood blithely out from the faded hat brim like the halo of some medieval saint on a missal did not permit his gaze to wander so far afield. For, idle as that figure seemed, the brain behind it was forever active, forever vigilant and alert.
Right in the background one could see the lord's castle on a cliff, and in the foreground lay a fallen tree-trunk; two green-clad huntsmen sat astride of it, concocting their evil schemes. Lasse nodded he knew something of the wickedness of the world. Now they heard a sound, and crouched down behind the tree-trunk, each with a knife in his hand.
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