No gory heaps of tortured dead defaced the beauty of the scarletsward.
2
She saw the dim bulk incline gently downward toward the scarletsward of the garden.
3
The ground itself was clothed in brilliant scarletsward, picked out with innumerable patches of gorgeous wild flowers.
4
Together we raced across the scarletsward, I timing my speed that I might not outdistance my slower companion.
5
When Carthoris had disappeared within the wood, Thuvia seated herself apathetically upon the scarletsward to watch the seemingly interminable struggles of the bowmen.