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Майн Рид. No Quarter!
No Quarter!
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
A Sword Duel in the Saddle
Chapter Two
Foes Become Friends
Chapter Three
Beautiful Forest Birds
Chapter Four
Out for a Walk
Chapter Five
Waiting and Watching
Chapter Six
A Cavalier in Love
Chapter Seven
A Young Lady not in Love
Chapter Eight
A House in Tudor Style
Chapter Nine
A Right Royal Epistle
Chapter Ten
The Cousins
Chapter Eleven
Three Curious Characters
Chapter Twelve
A Combat in a Quarry
Chapter Thirteen
Looking Forward to a Fight
Chapter Fourteen
A Hawking Party
Chapter Fifteen
“Dear Little Mer.”
Chapter Sixteen
Trouble Anticipated
Chapter Seventeen
New Faces and Old Foes
Chapter Eighteen
“Resist!”
Chapter Nineteen
In the Midst of a Mob
Chapter Twenty
“No Quarter!”
Chapter Twenty One
War in Full Fury
Chapter Twenty Two
The Cadgers on Dangerous Ground
Chapter Twenty Three
A Grand Sergeant of Guard
Chapter Twenty Four
On the Bridge
Chapter Twenty Five
In Council of War
Chapter Twenty Six
A Despatch Cunningly Conveyed
Chapter Twenty Seven
A City of Refuge
Chapter Twenty Eight
A Home Gayer than Congenial
Chapter Twenty Nine
The Night Owl
Chapter Thirty
A Mixed Assembly
Chapter Thirty One
A Labyrinth of Jealousies
Chapter Thirty Two
A Contradanza
Chapter Thirty Three
A Pas-Seul
Chapter Thirty Four
Guardian Angels
Chapter Thirty Five
A Complete Eclaircissement
Chapter Thirty Six
After Roundway Down
Chapter Thirty Seven
Fiennes Shows the White Feather
Chapter Thirty Eight
Insulting a Fallen Foe
Chapter Thirty Nine
A Princely Admirer
Chapter Forty
The Cadgers on the Kymin
Chapter Forty One
By the “Buckstone.”
Chapter Forty Two
A Reconnaissance
Chapter Forty Three
High Meadow House
Chapter Forty Four
Out in the Storm
Chapter Forty Five
A Town Cleverly Taken
Chapter Forty Six
Awaiting War News
Chapter Forty Seven
Old Comrades
Chapter Forty Eight
Between Two Prisons
Chapter Forty Nine
An Uphill Chase
Chapter Fifty
An Ambuscade
Chapter Fifty One
In Carousal
Chapter Fifty Two
At Home Again
Chapter Fifty Three
Again Presentiments
Chapter Fifty Four
A Glittering Cohort
Chapter Fifty Five
Hawking at Home
Chapter Fifty Six
An Introduction in the Saddle
Chapter Fifty Seven
A Crime in Contemplation
Chapter Fifty Eight
A Messenger Despatched
Chapter Fifty Nine
Brought Home a Prisoner
Chapter Sixty
Quartered upon the Enemy
Chapter Sixty One
A Courageous Wader
Chapter Sixty Two
Their Dear Ones in Danger
Chapter Sixty Three
An Exciting Epistle
Chapter Sixty Four
A House on Fire
Chapter Sixty Five
Very Near an Encounter
Chapter Sixty Six
On the Trail
Chapter Sixty Seven
A Guard Carelessly Kept
Chapter Sixty Eight
A Fight in a Flood
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Mayne Reid
Published by Good Press, 2021
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“For God and the People!” followed the response antagonistic.
A prick of the spur by both, a bound forward, and their blades crossed with a clash, their horses shoulder to shoulder. But on the instant of engaging, that of the Cavalier, frayed by the clink of the steel and its flash in the dazzling sunlight, reared up, pivoting round to the right. This brought his rider left side to his antagonist, giving the latter an advantage: and so decided, it seemed as though he could bring the affair to an end at the moment of commencement. For his own better-trained steed had stood ground, and wanted only another touch of the spur to carry him close enough for commanding the bridle arm of his adversary, and all under it, when with a lunge he might thrust him through. Surely he could have done this! Yet neither spur nor sword were so exerted. Instead, he sat quietly in his saddle, as if waiting for his adversary to recover himself! Which the latter soon did, wheeling short round, and again furiously engaging; by a second misconception, unaware of the mercy shown him. This time as they came to the “engage” the Cavalier’s horse behaved better, standing ground till several thrusts and parades were exchanged between them. Clearly the silk-clad youth was no novice at fencing, but as clearly the other was a master of it, and equally accomplished as a horseman; his horse, too, so disciplined as to give him little bother with the bridle. A spectator, if a connoisseur in the art d’escrime, could have told how the combat would end—must end—unless some accident favoured the younger combatant. As it was, even the Fates seemed against him, his horse again rearing en pirouette, and to the wrong side, placing him once more at the mercy of his antagonist. And again the latter scorned, or declined, taking advantage of it!
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