I It was a fiercer struggle than the iBrst. Twice I was nearly thrown from kay saddle, once, for a few moments. jk)slng all consciousness of my sur- lloundings and striking, madly about tae as a man might do In a nightmare. K was fortunate for me that my horse kept his legs. It was Walen’s voi'-e jiBlat brought me back to consciousness. ; “Not too far, Terrall. They are sur- Ifounding us.” j Mechanically almost I swung m.’ korse round, and we began to fight oxi Utray back. Walen’s warning opened fcy eyes to the danger, and the press TO the enemy, who had closed in be- ^ n d ns as we had fought our wav fcrough the mass in front, told me that pthey had outmaneuvered us. Even inow we were too late. There was ? triumphant shout as another bod.v o\ Norsemen went by our struggling mas ^nd rode straight for the rising ground il^ a t could that little company do t^ainst such an overpowering enemy? “For the princess!” I shouted, rising la my stirrups and swinging my sword irith the renewed strength despair gave me. “Back to the princess, ev- *ry one of ua! We’ll leave our bodies there, not here.” “For the princess!” some one shout ed, and we dashed forward. It was no small body of horsemen that turned to prevent us cutting our Ssray to our comrades, but at least five “For the princess!” we cried. “For the king!” they shouted an- And from many it was a lying shout, ffhis was only the beginning of their treason. They were bent on being as false to the king presently as they had iilready been to the princess. Side by side Walen and I went, tpch by inch fighting our way toward file rising ground, encouraging each Other, helping each other. How our companions fared I know not. Walen and I seemed to be alone in the midst of enemie.s. Still we went on step by ■tep. There seemed no power strong Onough to stop us. Success seemed certain when suddenly I was alone. A fush of horsemen^arted us, and I saw piy comrade earned away from me, hard beset. Still the fight was not lost. I shouted to him, and he heard me, I faw the horsemen nearest to him go iftown as he turned, fighting his way back to me, and I pressed my horse forward to meet him. And we suc ceeded. We did meet, hut at what a cost! E-ven as I shouted in triumph a sword flashed above him and fell, Bplitting through his armor near the “The princess!” he cried once, loud- }y as in full health, and then he pitched forward from his saddle and lay al most under my horse’s hoofs. I cut down the man who struck the blow, and. my horse stumbling, I came to the ground, falling across the bodies Of my friend and my foe. I was unhurt and sprang to my feet. A clear space was round me. With his sword in his hand Count Yasca looked at me. He did not ride at me a t once, but he smiled. “The time has come. Sir Verrall,” he said. It was his smile, not his words, jirhich maddened me. “Ah, good foeman,” I cried, “grant me hut a little space to prove this man a coward and a liar, and on my oath I wni throw down my sword and you can work your will upon me.” CHAPTER XX. HEY might have given m > I J[ leave, for Vasea had not too many friends, but the cou.u gave them no time to an gwer. In a moment he was upon m.e and his first blow split my harness at the shoulder. I knew that the wound was deep, for afterward it troubled me sorely; but, then, I hardly felt It. My whole ambition was to kill Vasca. That done it mattered not what hap pened. Even Daria was forgotten for the time. It was an unequal struggle. He was mounted and fresh, I on foot and weary. As he tried to ride mo down I caught the horse’s bridle and attempted to throw him back upon his haunches. The count was too good a horseman to let me succeed in this, however. He knew his advantage and was not going to throw It away by having to meet me on foot. “The time is nearing Its end,” he laughed, “I told you that I always crushed my enemies.” He dealt me a blow which staggered me ds he spoke. The time was near ing its end. What could I do? He followed me up as I staggered back, prepared to strike again. I made a feint, then dodged his blow and sprang up at him, my foot upon his foot in the stirrup. My arms were round him. • His horse plunged, and in an Instant the count and I were on the ground. Now we were both swordless and helmetless. My fingers gripped his throat. “The time has come!” I hissed as, still gripping his throat with one hand. 1 struck his head twice, thrice, with all my strength with the other. I should have killed him. My fin gers would never have relaxed until they had gripped life out of him, but It was not to he. Men rushed iu to separate us. I was dragged from my victim and a few moments later was lying on my back, my arms bound to my side. The count was not dead, but he was unconscious. They took him up, and a space was cleared for them to carry him to some spot where he could be attended to. And it was through this space that I saw the lasj; incident of that terrible day—the end of the fight. The rising ground was before me, and Its gallant company of defenders lay still upon the sides of it. As I looked the enemies’ hands were laid upon the princess, and only one friend was be side her—^Jasar. Foes surrounded her and dragged her from her horse. See ing that all was lost, the priest might have considered that his life was still valuable to his mistress, that he might help her in her captivity. But the hands were laid roughly upon her, and that hurt him. His sword came down upon the nearest‘of her enemies, and for a minute he was dealing out death around him. They would not have killed a priest, possibly, but Jasar, save in raimenh was a priest no long er. As a warrior there was no quarter for him, and I saw him fall dead at the feet of the woman he had loved and served so well. It was the last thing I saw—the last episode of that day—for a blackness came between my eyes and the blue sky, and for me the day ended. When I recovered consciousness we were within sight of Yadasara, I was lying upon a rough litter, which four men carried carefully, and the swing ing motion was not unpleasant. My arms were no longer hound, and the wound In my shoulder, which throbbed considerably, had been carefully band aged up. I raised my head to look about me. “You’re better, then?” said a man, coming to the side of the litter. “Yes. It’s hot, and I’m thirsty. May a prisoner drink?” “Why, yes. We’ve been doing our best to keep you alive since yester day.” “Since yesterday! A day and a night passed?” He nodded. ‘Ton know me?’* “You were in my company when you were in the king’s guard.” “I remember. It Is almost like being among friends.” “You’ll hardly find it so yonder,” and he waved his hand toward the city. “I suppose not. Tell me, where is the princess?” “In front.” • “Well—safe?” “She is well cared for; have no fear of that. You are both too precious to die for the want of a little attention.” \Could I speak to her?” “No,” he answered sharply. “Not for the sake of old comrade- “No; I cannot do it. I have no ill will toward you. I admire a worthy foeman, and if I can do anything for you yourself I will, hut, I cannot do what you ask with regard to the prin- “And Count Yasca?” I asked after a pause. “Much as you are, getting better.” “That is b.nd news. I had hoped that the debt was paid.” “You did your best,” he returned, “Though we ’he jailer and prisoner, we have something in common, at any rate,” I laughed. ‘What is that?” “We both regret that I did not suc- We crossed the river by the bridge of boats, and it was evident that many of the citizens had come out to meet us, for there was much shouting. My former comrade came to my side “A conqueror could not command more interest than you,” he said. “That is poor consolation.” “I think I would be a great traitor rather than nothing,” he answered. “I am not even a great traitor,” I “I would not say so if I were you. It Is easier to confess and have done with it. Better to die quickly than slowly in the fortress yonder. If I dared do it I would plunge my dagger Into you now, and I should be doing you a klnd- “You think so, friend, but I had rather live. I have beeu in worse straits than this. I may live to be in worse again.” “You will, and then you may fiud death too long in coming.” “Death and I seem to be old friends; we have walked so long together,” I answered. “You are a brave man, hut a fool!” he said. With help I walked across the pal ace yard between ranks of warriors and then was face to face with the “So you come again to Yadasara,” he said, a smile upon his lips. I did not answer. My eyes were fixed on Daria, who stood a few yards from me, guarded by soldiers. “And you bring a welcome compan ion this time. We thank you. You made many enemies by your escape, but it has sensed us better than if you had failed. There’s little strength in you now. We must see that that is restored a little before we punish you for your treachery. It would he a poor recompense to see such a man die like a woman.” “Your highness shall not see that,” I said “We have heard many a strong man boast as much,” he answered. “Wo have good arguments against the boast. To the fortress with him, but treat him gently. He shall have a chance of proving his boast. You, madame, too, are weak, for all you stand so bravely. You shall have rest and gentle treatment for awhile. Then we shall find means to pay you for the lives of our subjects which your re bellion has caused. To the fortress w:Ith them both.” I was placed in the Utter again and carried up to the fortress. They were very gentle with xne, and, knowing what was In store for me, some of them may have pitied me. The guard of the fortress received US', and with a considerable amount of formality I was handed over to my neiw jailers. I hardly noticed them, for my eyes were fixed upon a figure sitting in a porch within the gateway. The man sat limply, looked as though be were in pain, and I saw that his arm was In a rough sling. Hope was not dead. I had a friend in the for- \O’Ryan!” I cried, a tone of joy In mjT voice doubtless., He looked at me, but did not move. There was an exasperating chuckle at my ear, and I turned to face the Spaniard, Costa. He was fatter and greasier than ever, and he was tricked out in bright ar- “You’ll find that friendship dead,” he I glanced at O’Ryan. He had risen from his seat and looked so different from what I had known him that I concluded that the wound I had given him in that desperate fight upon the stairs must have been deeper than I had thought. • “I will come and make you comfort able presently when I have attended to your princess,” Costa said. “Truly thisi fortress Is honored now.” He laughed as the heavy door closed upon me. Fresently he returned, fol lowed by two men carrying rugs, vrith which they proceeded to make me a not uncomfortable bed in one corner. Costa sat down on a stool and re mained silent until he dismissed them. “You have a good couch,” he said directly we were alone. “You will have good food and drink. You are well! lodged.” “As an animal fattening for a fair,” I answered. He laughed. “That is a good description.” “My position amuses you?” “Not yours so much as the wom an’s.,” “Do you mean the princess?” “Call her so if you will,” he an swered. “Carrying herself like a queen-in armor, too; nothing of the miserable prisoner about her. Ah, it amuses me greatly.” “Is she lodged in ■'the forriess?’” I asked as unconcernedly as possible. “Yes, my friend. As chief of the fortress I have the honor to entertain you both. She is now clothed as a woman, and as a woman— Ah, she is better, much better. She has beauty enough to make fools of some men.” “Take care you are not one of them,” “You are too good a warning,” ho answered. “See what the love of a ■woman has brought you to.” “Love!” I laughed. “Is that laid to my charge too?” “Do you say you are not in love with this woman who calls herself a prin cess? Count Yasca spoke differently.” “Am I to be judged by what Count Yasca says of me?” “There are other matters, many other matters, that I need not tell you of.” “And the punishment?” “In good time. It will come.” “When I am strong enough to bear it?” He nodded. “The machinery and torture, then death and an exit from Yadasara that way.” I pointed to the corner of the cell where the locked flagstone was. “Yes,” he said, rising, “hut it may be easier than you think-it depends.” “Upon what?” “The executioners.” “And the princess?” I asked after « pause. He shrugged his shoulders. “It is always difficult to prophesy the fate of a beautiful woman,” he an swered. “But for you, my friend, let me adivise—make friends ■with the exe cutioners.” CHAPTER XXI. XCEPT that for many hours a day I sat in a gloomy twi light, I was well treated. I was well fed and was allow ed to walk for a certain time each day upon the ramparts—well guarded, of course. I had hoped to catch a glimpse of Daria during my daily constitutional, but the hope was not fulfilled. I think it is possible that Costa might have so arranged matters as to grant me this request had I asked him, but I dared not do so. Her beauty might save her. My love migat condemn her. So I led Costa to believe that she was no more to me than any other woman. In my lonely hours I was not idle. I examined my cell, its floors and its walls and the locked trap in the cor ner. The walls and the floor were hopeless. Such solid masonry would yield hut slowly to a company of men with all appliances at hand. But the trap attracted me. It was a way out I knew, even if it were only dead men who took it. I wonder how often and how long I have stood gazing at the trap, fascinated by the thoughts it gave rise to. I lost count of time. Days and nights passed, and I knew that I had been a prisoner for a long while. An imagi native. man might have hoped that he had been forgotten. I knew my ene mies too well to think so, and Costa was constantly advising me regarding the future. He seemed to enjoy sitting in my cell, and If his conversation was not of the most consoling kind it help ed to pass some weary hours. I have never been able to make up my mind what the Spaniard’s true feelings to ward me were, whether he had some sort of respect for me or whether It delighted him to speak of the grew- some tortures which were in store for He came one evening late—later than was his wont—and ■with him came O’Ryan. My‘ quondam friend had evidently recovered, for he walked vigorously, and his arm looked capable of wielding a good s^word again. *Tt is tomorrow,” said Costa, fixing the torch in the ring in the wall. “What is tomorrow?” ‘ “Your trial. We are just in Yada- gara. We give a man a trial-general ly. It seems to me a useless waste of time. It comes to the same thing in the end.” I thought this quite probable. “Shall I be allo^sved to speak?*’ I asked. “Oh, yes, but it would be well to have a care what you say, eh, cap tain?” Thus directly appealed to, O’Ryan, who had stood silently with folded arms, burst out laughing. “I might say too much to please that rascally companion of yours, is that it?” I asked Costa, nodding com temptuously toward O’Ryan. “Rascal!” exclaimed the Irishman ex citedly. “Steady.” Costa interposed. “You will doubtless have the pleasure of ■witnessing your enemy’s discomfiture, but It is not for you to administer the punishment.” The city turned out to see me on the morrow when I was taken from \ I AM NO TBAITOB.” the fortress to the palace. The king was surrounded by his court and was talking and laughing with those about him. A callous assembly It was to try a man for his life! At a little distance from me stood Daria, very pale and very beautiful. Had my courage faltered for a moment the sight of her, firm, resolute and fear less, would have filled me with new strength. To her I bowed; to the king I made no obeisance. Near the king sat Count Vasca and next to the count Lady Aldrida. The count was pale— perhaps by reason of his recent wounds. Lady Aldrida looked as if the proceedings thoroughly amused her. How difficult some Christian laws are to obey! How could I help hating this woman and this man? Then the smiles went from the king’s face, and those around him were ei- “Madame,” he said, turning to Daria, “there is little need for us to tell you of what you are accused. In Drussen- land there cannot be two rulers. It has pleased you to set yourself up against your rightful king and with the help of traitors to their king and their country to defy us for this long season, bringing war where peace should he. At your door lie in heaps the men who have fallen in defense of their country, and their blood cries to us to be avenged. Are there any word.s that can say aught in your defense? If so, speak them. This court shall Judge yon, not we, and truly your fair face should find many a one to deal out lenient judgment.’* “I am. no traitor.” The words came firm and clear, no suspicion of trembling In her voice. She was as much a queen now as when I had first seen her, surrounded by her knights. “I stand here princess of Drussen- land,” sbe said. “The fortune of war places me here standing, while the real traitor remains seated in my presence. You, who call yourself the king, are no king, nor are you established here in Yadasara by the will of true Drus- senlanders. You are king only by the help of these paid foreigners, whose very names and country are unknown to you. For the judgment of your court I care nothing.” “We shall find means to subdue that hold spirit within you, madame,” said the king. “To kill it, not to subdue it,” she an swered. “So have many spoken. Words come easily. But let us argue a little, ma dame. In your accusations be just. We are not all foreigners. Am I not a Drussenlander?” “One I should have delighted to honor had you been true to your coun try and your sovereign,” was the an- I expected to see the king become savage, but he astonished me by laugh ing heartily. There was something of our own Charles II.' about this mon arch. If an answer were ready lenougla he could appreciate it, even if it were against himself. “See what we have lost. By being a king we forego the happiness of being honored by a queen. What will you say then, madame, of Count Vasca? Surely he Is a true Drussenlander since he Is your kinsman?” “There are no words fitting. You and your assumption of majesty I can understand. You have fought me face to face, a determined struggle In ■which you have won. It was treach ery, indeed, but it was treachery open to the sun. If treachery can be hon est, yours was. But for the man who hides his treachery behind a smile, who works in secret to destroy those he professes to honor;-for the false friend, the coward who^ dare not he an open enemy, there are' no- words. Gather all the scoundrels there are in Drussenland together, take from each one the meanest trait he has, and of tbese traits build you up a man. Even then shall you have a man: I would rather claim kindred with^ than with Count Vasca.” “It ,;seems you are a dangerous friend,” said the king, turning to hidi. “Your majesty has not found* me so.” “True. You see, madame, it is well sometimes to use similar weapons to those used by an adversary; If your enemy sends a spy we, too, must do the same or our ignorance may lose us the day. Count Vasca has received harsh language from your lips. What have you to say to your knight there?: True, he was faithful to you, hut he' just.- He is a spy. By a lie he entered* Yada sara. He betrayed his friend; one Cap tain O’Ryan, who is with us to bear witness against him. More—he at tempted to kill him. What harsh words have you for that man there?” The king’s finger, pointed* at roe, caused all eyes to turn toward- me; Da rla’s also. f'Gather the best in Drussenland!” she' said Slowly. “Take what is bravest, truest, from them all and make me a' man. A great Drussenlander indeed would he he, yet head and* shoulders over him would rise Sir Verrall—Clin-- ton Verrall-my knight of the Silver- Star.” For some moments there was silence, r and no voice was raised to sneer at the character which had been given me, “You have a powerful advocate, Sir- Knight,” said the king presently, “but there Is another side to the question which condemns you (teeply.” “I am not worthy either of such high- pralse, your majesty, or such deep con demnation.” “You are modest as well as valiant, it would seem.” “I lay claim to being an honest gen tleman. The world holds- no higher distinction.” “Do honest men lie?” he asked- se verely. “You did, else had you not entered Yadasara the-first time.” “Pardon, your highness. It was Captain O’Ryan who gave certain' ac counts of me, which satisfied you. In truth, my coming to the city was in the nature of a flight from> my ene mies.” ■ I was not disposed to spare O’-Ryan. Why Should I be? “A valiant knight does not flee from his enemies,” said the king “I fled from a would be assassin— Count Vasca.” “Truly, count, you have grievous charges laid against you.’* '“Who would believe the'word of a said the count savagely. 'That is well spoken, Sir Knight. A spy! What say you to that?’* “Even what your majesty said* just now. It is wise to handle similar weapons to those used by an enemy. In the princess’ camp there-was not one spy, but a hundred. Ever since I ^ame to Drussenland Count Vasca and his friends have been working to be tray the princess! She had not been here now to hear your judgment had not that scoundrel turned against her in the day of battle, sealing a long season of treachery by a crime that any man must revolt at, that your majesty must hate.” “You are here to defend yourself, Sir Knight, not to accuse our friends.” “I have no defense,” I answered. “I have fought for the princess I serve. I have done what a man can do, and my conscience acquits- me. But I have a word for your majesty, if you will give me leave.” “Are words fi'om such a man worth your majesty’s attention?” said Vasca. “When this man came to Drussenland he made great promises. He spoke boastfully that he would place the princess on the throne in Yadasara; EASTERN ST'IR PICNIC. Orange Chapter Have a Fine Tune at Clark Home. 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