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The White Company

The White Company
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Alleyne Fights on the Banks of the Garonne Back and back gave Tranter, ever seeking time for a last cut. On and on came Alleyne.

Alleyne Fights on the Banks of the Garonne
Back and back gave Tranter, ever seeking time for a last cut. On and on came Alleyne.

N.C. Wyeth
1922
Alleyne's ride with a message for the Prince He was dizzy, sick, faint, but he must not die, and he must not tarry, for his life meant many lives that day.

Alleyne's ride with a message for the Prince He was dizzy, sick, faint, but he must not die, and he must not tarry, for his life meant many lives that day.

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!

The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Fugitives "This way!" the woman whispered. "Into the stream to throw the dog off, though I think it is but a common cur, like its master."

The Fugitives
"This way!" the woman whispered. "Into the stream to throw the dog off, though I think it is but a common cur, like its master."

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Lovers Her foot is on the very lintel of the church, and yet he bars the way--

The Lovers
Her foot is on the very lintel of the church, and yet he bars the way--

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Murder of Squire Ford "My God!" cried Alleyne, shaking in every limb. "What devil's deed is this?"

The Murder of Squire Ford
"My God!" cried Alleyne, shaking in every limb. "What devil's deed is this?"

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Renegade Monk "By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"

The Renegade Monk
"By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Sailing of the Yellow Cog The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.

The Sailing of the Yellow Cog
The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.

N.C. Wyeth
1922
Sir Nigel Sustains England's Honor in the Lists Up and down went the long, shining blades with flash of sparks at every parry.

Sir Nigel Sustains England's Honor in the Lists
Up and down went the long, shining blades with flash of sparks at every parry.

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Three Friends The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.

The Three Friends
The bowman sang snatches of French love songs in a voice which might have scared the most stouthearted maiden.

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Three Knights "It is very fitting," said Chandos, "that we should be companions, Nigel, for since you have tied up one of your eyes, we have but a pair between us."

The Three Knights
"It is very fitting," said Chandos, "that we should be companions, Nigel, for since you have tied up one of your eyes, we have but a pair between us."

N.C. Wyeth
1922
The White Company, cover illustration

The White Company, cover illustration

N.C. Wyeth
1922
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