," said Marian, settling herself on
the seat of honour with a piece of toffee handy, in case her throat
grew troublesome through her arduous duties.
"The first on the list," she began, "is--
THE KNIGHT'S VENGEANCE
A Story in Two Parts
By Nina Millicent Forster
Author of 'The Baron's Secret'; 'The Mystery of the Castle'; &c.
&c.
PART I
The forest was dark and gloomy as Sir Brian de Fotheringay rode
along on his superb white charger, carrying his shield in one
hand and his sword in the other."
"How did he manage to hold the reins?" enquired Connie Camden.
"You musn't interrupt," said Marian. "Perhaps he held them bunched up
with the sword. No, that would be the wrong hand, wouldn't it?"
"The horse knew its own way," explained Nina. "But if Connie's going
to find fault with everything one puts----"
"She shan't!" said Marian hastily. "Nobody's to make any remarks till
the end of the story. Now I'm going on.
His undaunted spirit heeded little the perils of his path, and
as the moonlight flashed on his steel helmet he bade defiance to
all his foes. In front of him stood the Castle, its tall towers
strongly guarded by a force of armed men. The drawbridge was up,
and the portcullis was down. But dangers were welcome to Sir
Brian de Fotheringay, for they did but prove how much he could
accomplish for the sake of his lady love. She stood at the
turret window, the beautiful Lady Guinevere de Montmorency, the
greatest heiress in the land. Leaving his charger on the bank,
he swam the moat, and, flinging a rope ladder up to her window,
he begged her to fly with him.
'Knight, for thee would I dare all!' she replied, but before she
could say more, a stern figure in armour appeared in the turret
behind her and seized her by her flowing golden locks. It was
her angry father.
'Hence!' he cried. 'Hence, Sir Brian, ere I kill thee. You,
lady, will be immured in the dungeon until you have promised to
wed Lord Vivian de Fitz Bracy, the suitor of my choice.'
With a shriek she disappeared from the view of her despairing
knight.
PART II
Determined to save his lady love from so terrible a fate, Sir
Brian de Fotheringay collected all his retainers, together with
a band of outlaws to whom he had rendered some services, and who
had promised to assist him in time of need. Uttering
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