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Updated: June 5, 2025
As next morning brought no Cormac, or any news of him, Bladud started for the camp, accompanied by the anxious Hebrew. They found the chief at a late breakfast. He looked up without rising when they were announced. "Ha! my worthy Hebrew is it thou? What news of my child? Have you heard of her whereabouts?" "Not yet, sir," answered Beniah with a look of intense perplexity.
"Whether fate sent us, or some mischievous sprite, I know not," growled the Hebrew, "but there is no need for more than one search." "How!" exclaimed Bladud sternly. "Think you that my poor lad's fate is not of as much interest to me as that of Gadarn's daughter is to him?" "Nay, verily, I presume not to gauge the interest of princes and chiefs," returned Beniah, with an exasperated air.
The chief held out his hand, which the doctor grasped. "I thought to kill you, Bladud; but when I get well, we shall be friends." Poor Gunrig, however, did not from that day show much evidence of getting well. His case was far beyond the skill of his amateur doctor. It was, therefore, resolved, a day or two later, to send him home under an escort led by Beniah.
"I, Beniah?" exclaimed the maiden, with a look of surprise on her pretty face so ineffably innocent that it was obviously hypocritical insomuch that Beniah laughed, and Branwen was constrained to join him. "Yes you and your father together, for the puzzling man has commissioned me to set out for the Hot Swamp, to tell Bladud that he is urgently wanted at home.
"Here," said Beniah, amused at the girl's gaze of astonishment, "ye will be safe from all your foes till a Higher Power directs us what shall be done with you, for, to say truth, at this moment my mind is a blank. However, our present duty is not action but concealment. Water and dried fruit you will find in this corner. Keep quiet.
"Hold your hands, men!" shouted Gunrig. "I know that voice ay, and the face too. Is it not the white beard of our friend the Hebrew that I see?" A few minutes more proved that he was right, for the well-known figure of Beniah descended the sides of the pass.
Moreover, Gadarn bid me say that he has fallen on the tracks of the lad Cormac, and that we are almost sure to find him in the neighbourhood of your father's town." "What say you?" exclaimed Bladud, dropping his drumstick not the same one, but another which he had just begun "repeat that." Beniah repeated it.
When Bladud walked out to the Hebrew's hut next day and informed him of what had taken place, that long-suffering man heaved a deep sigh and expressed his intense relief that the whole affair was at last cleared up and had come to an end. "I cannot view matters in the same light that you do, Beniah," said the prince, "for, in my opinion, things have only now come to a satisfactory beginning.
"Ha! my long-legged prince and stalwart Hebrew!" cried the jovial chief in a loud voice, "I began to fear that you had got lost as folk seem prone to do in this region or had forgotten all about us! Come in and sit ye down. Ho! varlet, set down the victuals. After all, you are just in the nick of time. Well, Beniah, what think you of our search to-day? Has it been close?
So did the rude but serviceable shoes which her friend Beniah had constructed for her out of raw hide. One thing that troubled the poor girl much was the fact that she had not yet discovered the trail of Bladud.
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