{"product_id":"2940013750487","title":"The Lost Race","description":"Cororuc glanced about him and hastened his pace. He was no coward,\u003cbr\u003ebut he did not like the place. Tall trees rose all about, their sullen\u003cbr\u003ebranches shutting out the sunlight. The dim trail led in and out among\u003cbr\u003ethem, sometimes skirting the edge of a ravine, where Cororuc could\u003cbr\u003egaze down at the treetops beneath. Occasionally, through a rift in the\u003cbr\u003eforest, he could see away to the forbidding hills that hinted of the\u003cbr\u003eranges much farther to the west, that were the mountains of Cornwall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn those mountains the bandit chief, Buruc the Cruel, was supposed\u003cbr\u003eto lurk, to descend upon such victims as might pass that way. Cororuc\u003cbr\u003eshifted his grip on his spear and quickened his step. His haste was\u003cbr\u003edue not only to the menace of the outlaws, but also to the fact that\u003cbr\u003ehe wished once more to be in his native land. He had been on a secret\u003cbr\u003emission to the wild Cornish tribesmen; and though he had been more or\u003cbr\u003eless successful, he was impatient to be out of their inhospitable\u003cbr\u003ecountry. It had been a long, wearisome trip, and he still had nearly\u003cbr\u003ethe whole of Britain to traverse. He threw a glance of aversion about\u003cbr\u003ehim. He longed for the pleasant woodlands, with scampering deer, and\u003cbr\u003echirping birds, to which he was used. He longed for the tall white\u003cbr\u003ecliff, where the blue sea lapped merrily. The forest through which he\u003cbr\u003ewas passing seemed uninhabited. There were no birds, no animals; nor\u003cbr\u003ehad he seen a sign of human habitation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis comrades still lingered at the savage court of the Cornish\u003cbr\u003eking, enjoying his crude hospitality, in no hurry to be away. But\u003cbr\u003eCororuc was not content. So he had left them to follow at their\u003cbr\u003eleisure and had set out alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRather a fine figure of a man was Cororuc. Some six feet in\u003cbr\u003eheight, strongly though leanly built, he was, with gray eyes, a pure\u003cbr\u003eBriton but not a pure Celt, his long yellow hair revealing, in him as\u003cbr\u003ein all his race, a trace of Belgae.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was clad in skillfully dressed deerskin, for the Celts had not\u003cbr\u003eyet perfected the coarse cloth which they made, and most of the race\u003cbr\u003epreferred the hides of deer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was armed with a long bow of yew wood, made with no especial\u003cbr\u003eskill but an efficient weapon; a long bronze broadsword, with a\u003cbr\u003ebuckskin sheath; a long bronze dagger and a small, round shield,\u003cbr\u003erimmed with a band of bronze and covered with tough buffalo hide. A\u003cbr\u003ecrude bronze helmet was on his head. Faint devices were painted in\u003cbr\u003ewoad on his arms and cheeks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis beardless face was of the highest type of Briton, clear,\u003cbr\u003estraightforward, the shrewd, practical determination of the Nordic\u003cbr\u003emingling with the reckless courage and dreamy artistry of the Celt.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47156239073520,"sku":"2940013750487","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013750487_p0.jpg?v=1763589751","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013750487","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}