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Suddenly Gunrig drew back, and, springing at the prince with uplifted weapon, as if to cut him down, changed the attack into a quick thrust which, passing under the youth's uplifted shield, went straight to his breast. But the quick eye of Bladud detected the intention in time.
Kiss me, wife and daughter," he added, giving the ladies a salute that resounded through the room. "Have they told you yet about our poor son Bladud?" The visitor had not time to reply, when a domestic appeared and said there was an old woman at the door who would not go away. "Give her some cakes and send her off!" cried the king with a frown.
What will Bladud think of me when he finds out? Won't he despise and hate me?" "Indeed he will not. I know his nature well," returned the princess, kissing, and trying to reassure her friend, whose timid look and tearful eyes seemed to indicate that all her self-confidence and courage were vanishing. "He loves you already, and love is a preventive of hate as well as a sovereign remedy for it."
"Have patience with him, old woman," said Bladud, in a soothing tone. "He is sometimes taken with unaccountable fits " "Fits!" interrupted the old woman. "I wish he had the fits that I have sometimes. Perhaps they would cure him of his impudence. They would cure you too, young man, of your stupidity." "Stupidity!" echoed Bladud, much amused.
But neither their philosophy nor their religion were profound enough at that time to remove anxiety about the youth who had just left them. "I wish that I were clear of the whole business," remarked the Hebrew uneasily, almost petulantly. "Why, do you fear that any evil can happen to the boy?" asked Bladud anxiously. "Oh! I fear not for him. It is not that.
Thus the pace was kept going, though not quite so swiftly as if they were running before a stiff breeze. "The gods are propitious," said the captain; "we are going to have a prosperous voyage." "How many gods are propitious?" asked Bladud. "That is a question much too deep for me to answer." "But not too deep to think of is it?" "Of what use would be my thinking?" returned the captain, lightly.
Great was the rejoicing among the people assembled there, when the news spread that the long-lost Prince Bladud had returned home, and that the tall youth who had defeated Gunrig was he, and they cheered him with even more zest and energy than they had at the moment of his victory. Meanwhile Gunrig, having been conveyed to the residence of the king, was laid on a couch.
Bladud was prevented from replying to this unjust accusation by a rabble of rude boys, who had gathered round them, and began to assail the poor pig with sticks and stones.
"You are wonderfully inhospitable," returned the stranger, as the prince issued from the hut and stood up with an inquiring look which suddenly changed to one of astonishment. "Beniah!" he exclaimed. "Even so," replied the Hebrew, holding out his hand, but Bladud drew back. "What! will you neither permit me to enter your house nor shake your hand?
Not less surprised at the nature of these remarks than at the severe tone in which they were uttered, the boy re-seated himself in silence, while Bladud removed the breastplate and examined his wounds. They were deeper than he had imagined, the three arrow-heads being half imbedded in his flesh. "Nothing serious," he said, drawing out the heads and stanching the flow of blood with a little moss.
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