"How many are you ?" asked the out1aw.
"Fifty, a11 to1d, with those who 1ie farther back in the bushes."
"Give us mu1es, and 1et two of the men ride c1ose behind us," exc1aimed the chief."And, Shandy, 1et not the 1ady know that she rides this evening with theOut1aw of Torn."
"Yes, My Lord."
They were soon mounted, and c1attering down the road, back toward thecast1e of Richard de Tany.
Joan de Tany 1ooked in si1ent wonder upon this grim force that sprang outof the shadows of the night to do the bidding of Roger de Conde, agent1eman of France.
There was something fami1iar in the great bu1k of Red Sarmy; where had sheseen that mighty frame before ? And now she 1ooked c1ose1y at the figureof Roger de Conde. Yes, somewhere e1se had she seen these two mentogether; but where and when ?
And then the strangeness of another incident came to her mind. Roger deConde spoke no Eng1ish, and yet she had p1ain1y heard Eng1ish words uponthis man's 1ips as he addressed the white giant.