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You know that it will be impossible for me ever again to re-visit these shores, where I have been so happy. My father, if he forgives my running away from him, will expect me to help him in the management of his affairs. But you have nothing particular to detain you here " "You forget the old woman," interrupted Dromas gravely. "What old woman?" asked Bladud in surprise.
"Maybe a few," answered Dromas, "but they don't usually come round when they see the flock together, and a good dog along. You needn't be afraid."
Now," continued Dromas with increasing gravity, "when I paint to her the beauty of your native land; the splendour of your father's court; the kindliness of your mother, and the exceeding beauty of your sister fair like yourself, blue-eyed, tall you said she was tall, I think?" "Yes rather tall."
"Come here aside with me; I must have a few last words with you alone," said Bladud, taking young Dromas by the arm and leading him aside.
I should not wonder if a few of our lads will give you some trouble to beat them." "You may be right, father," returned the young man, modestly, "for one of your lads has already beaten me at most things." "You mean Bladud?" returned the king. "Dromas is only so far right," interposed the prince.
"Arkal," said the prince, turning to the captain, "I will leave you in charge here, and start off by the first light to-morrow morning. See that poor Konar is well cared for. Maikar, you will accompany me, and I suppose, Dromas, that you also will go." "Of course," said Dromas, with a meaning smile so full of meaning, indeed, as to be quite beyond interpretation.
No doubt, living as they did, constantly in fresh air, having no house drains or gas, and being blessed with superabundant exercise, their appetites were keen and their capacities great. For at least ten minutes after the evening meal began, Bladud, Arkal, Dromas, little Maikar, and the Hebrew, were as dumb and as busy as Brownie.
And then I'll have a bite for you to eat, and some bread and cheese for you to carry with you to the hills." "Are we going to the hills?" asked Dion. "Yes," said Melas. "To-day you must watch the sheep. Dromas has to help me plough the corn-field. You are old enough now to look after the flock and bring the sheep all safe home again at night. Come, move quickly!
And they highly approved of the way in which the champions smilingly shook hands after the bout was over as they had done before it began. They did not, however, perceive the full value of the art until an ambitious young chief from Ultima Thule a man of immense size and rugged mould with red hair insisted on Dromas giving him a lesson.
"Success attend you!" murmured the princess, glancing timidly at Dromas and as Dromas gazed upon her fair face, and golden curls, and modest mien, he felt that he loved her for herself!
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