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[I unsheathed my Saxon sword] Frontispiece
[Slipped a length of twisted cloth over his wicked neck and tightened it with a jerk] 12
[I gave him the spear as he lowered his head] 62
[“Die, then!” she yelled; “and may a thousand curses weigh down your souls!”] 84
[The Princes stood hesitating as I towered before them] 110
[Stern, inflexible, I frowned upon them] 154
[“By Abraham! noble Sir, those greaves become your legs!”] 182
[“I will not trust you!” she screamed] 234
[Five hundred of us charged boldly ten thousand Frenchmen!] 270
[Flamaucœur had taken it full in his side] 276
[Looking gently in the dead girl’s face, was Blodwen—Blodwen—my thousand-years-dead wife]288
[She proffered it to me] 318
[He kept those yellow orbs turned upon the garden] 364
[The great bird was dropping his ivory beak into the sweet chalice] 372
[Then came the scoundrel Spaniard, his lean, hungry face all drawn and puckered with his wicked passions] 446

The Wonderful Adventures
of
Phra the Phoenician