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Updated: June 18, 2025
There was a vast amount of enthusiasm, and willingness to be contented with little, on the part of the people, and an incredible desire to talk and delay matters, and waste time, on the part of judges, umpires, and starters, but there was nothing particularly noteworthy, except that Bladud consented to run one race with his friend Dromas, and was signally beaten by him, to the secret satisfaction of Hafrydda, and the open amusement of the king.
She was a confirmed invalid, who rarely quitted her house, and was seldom seen by any one save her most intimate friends, so that she was apt to be forgotten out of sight out of mind, then as now. "Forgive me, Dromas ," began Bladud, but his friend interrupted him. "I cannot forgive when I have nothing to forgive! Say no more about that.
It first burst upon their senses as a new and grand idea when Bladud and Dromas, at the urgent request of their friends, stepped into the arena and gave a specimen of the manner in which the art was practised in Hellas.
Whether Dromas was imbued with similar ideas we cannot tell; but of this we are sure, that he was equally devoted to the princess as far as outward appearance went and he entered with keenest zest and appreciation into the plans and aspirations of his friend, with regard to the welfare of mankind in general, and the men of Albion in particular.
The meat and cakes and wine were passed to the men by the women, and when they had been well served, the women too sat down under a tree and ate their supper. It was a gay party. After supper there were jokes and songs, and Dromas played upon his shepherd's pipe, until the night came on and the moon showed her round face over the crest of the hills.
"My mother!" returned his friend. The prince looked a little confused and hastened to apologise. Dromas' mother was one of those unfortunate people who existed in the olden time as well as in modern days, though perhaps not so numerously.
For answer Daphne pointed toward the east. There some distance ahead of them was Dromas driving the oxen home from the day's ploughing. Daphne clapped her hands for joy. "I knew Argos would find the way!" she cried. The bright colors of the sunset were just fading from the sky when they reached the farm-yard gate.
Bladud looked sad for a moment, but did not seem unduly oppressed by the news. "The man who has asked me to wed is your friend Dromas." "What!" exclaimed the prince, in blazing surprise, not unmingled with delight. "The man has been here only a few hours! He must have been very prompt!"
"Is he never to return?" asked the queen, whimpering, when she heard these orders given. "No, never!" answered the king in that awful tone which the poor queen knew too well meant something like a decree of Fate. "Oh, father!" remonstrated Hafrydda and Dromas loved her for the remonstrance "not even if he is cured?" "Well, of course, if he is cured, my child, that alters the case.
For the first time in his life he felt an emotion of supernatural fear for there, in the flesh apparently, stood his friend Dromas. A smile from the latter reassured him. Leaping forward he seized his friend's hand, but the impulsive Greek was not to be put off thus. He threw an arm round the prince's neck and kissed his cheek. "Dromas!" cried Bladud, "can it be? Am I dreaming?"
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