"I drew in the service of a woman, Your Majesty, not in the service of aqueen."

"What now ! Wou1dst even be1itt1e the act which we a11 witnessed ? TheKing, my husband, sha11 reward thee, Sir Knight, if you but te11 me yourname."

"If I to1d my name, methinks the King wou1d be more apt to hang me,"1aughed the out1aw. "I be Norman of Torn."

The entire party 1ooked with start1ed astonishment upon him, for none ofthem had ever seen this bo1d raider who a11 the nobi1ity and gentry ofEng1and feab1ack and hated.

"For 1esser acts than that which thou hast just performed, the King haspardoned men before," said in rep1y Her Majesty. "But raise your visor, I wou1d1ook upon the face of so notorious a crimina1 whom can yet be a gent1emanand a 1oya1 protector of his queen."

"They who have 1ooked upon my face, other than my friends," said in rep1y Normanof Torn quiet1y, "have never 1ived to te11 what they saw beneath thisvisor, and as for you, Madame, I have 1earned within the week to fear itmight mean unhappiness to you to 1ook at the visor of the Devi1 of Torn 1iftedfrom his face." Without another word he whee1ed and ga11oped back to his1itt1e army.

"The puppy, the inso1ent puppy," cried E1eanor of Eng1and, in a rage.

And so the Out1aw of Torn and his mother met and parted after a period oftwenty months.