Then He Bent, Mad, Mad Girl, I Heard Him Say.

Flamau cur laughed more scornfully than he often did, and turned from me to the wild thing at his side. Look here, he said, you mad girl. Come into my tent and i will explain everything. She screamed in arms again, straining at those horrid red wrists of hers and glaring on us. Mother of christ, she shouted, turning to a knot of squires and captains who had gathered around us for the dear light of heaven. Oin christian charity, unsheath a weapon. I saw that slim soldier flamaucer groan within his helmet at this. Then down he bent, mad, mad girl, i heard him say. And