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The Countess raised her hand and pointed at him . . . _Frontispiece_

The Duke fastened his eyes upon the young knight's face.

He struck him a swinging right arm blow that sent him plunging among
the rushes on the floor.




BEATRIX OF CLARE


I

RUDDY TRESSES AND GREY EYES

Two archers stepped out into the path,--shafts notched and bows up.

"A word with your worship," said one.

The Knight whirled around.

"A word with your worship," greeted him from the rear.

He glanced quickly to each side.

"A word with your worship," met him there.