Chapter I: Front Matter

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CEDRIC THE FORESTER

BY BERNARD MARSHALL

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
NEW YORK : LONDON : MCMXXVI

COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY

Copyright, 1920-1921, by The Sprague Publishing Company
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

DP Transcriber's notes can be found at the end of the book.

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CEDRIC THE FORESTER

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Contents

- CHAPTER I--THE SIEGE OF CASTLE MOUNTJOY

- CHAPTER II--THE TAPPING ON THE DUNGEON WALL

- CHAPTER III--CEDRIC THE FORESTER

- CHAPTER IV--THE CHAMPION OF MOUNTJOY

- CHAPTER V--THE FESTIVAL OF THE ARCHERS

- CHAPTER VI--WOLF'S HEAD GLEN

- CHAPTER VII--THE OUTLAWS OF BLACKPOOL

- CHAPTER VIII--"THE FORTRESS OF THE MONKSLAYER"

- CHAPTER IX--CHURL AND OVERLORD

- CHAPTER X--THE PASS OF THE EAGLES

- CHAPTER XI--BY KIMBERLEY MOAT

- CHAPTER XII--THE IRON COLLAR

- CHAPTER XIII--ON THE ROAD TO RUNNYMEDE

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*ILLUSTRATIONS*

Now he raised himself on his arm and claimed the victory

Two huge stones, hurled by Alan the Armorer, came down on the
heads of the luckless churls in the moat

Dame Franklin and the old soldier were frozen in their places

The force of my blow drove him backward, but my weapon pierced
him not

We had gone scarce half a mile when 'twas plainly to be seen
that my little mare was no match for the long-limbed steeds of
the Carletons

While I spoke my mother had grown pale as death

Then Elbert did come to the mark and, with a merry grin, sent
five arrows toward the target

We made a procession through the field, all the men and maidens
shouting and dancing and making a most merry and heartening din

He gave no inch of ground save to leap from side to side in
avoiding my downward strokes

In a twinkling armed and mounted men were all about us

Old Marvin had his cross-bow ready drawn, and he shot young
Montalvan through the face at the very first onset

Hard we rode, indeed, and with little mercy on our mounts

The water at the ford was filled with mounted men and bullock
carts, laden with spoil and making their difficult way through
the swift-flowing current

The leader had his great sword thrust aside by Cedric's bow,
then was seized about the waist and hurled to the rocks below

Both were red of face with hurry, and their horses were well
lathered and breathing hard

Then with loud menaces I drove him to the wall where I made him
stand with hands above his head

Sir Cedric rose to his feet and for a moment looked from one to
the other of our company

With a mighty shout, we rode down upon the bridge, trusting all
to the darkness and the fury of our attack