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He seemed to be brooding over his sorrows at the time his officer entered. "A prisoner waits without," said the officer. "He is a stripling; and says he has urgent business to communicate to you alone." "Send him hither, and let every one get out of ear-shot!" said Gadarn gruffly. A minute later Cormac appeared, and looked wistfully at the chief, who looked up with a frown. "Are you the pris "
"The more the merrier. There's room for all, and the forests are big." "Some of them, I see," rejoined Gadarn, "are my mortal foes. We shall now have a chance of becoming mortal friends."
Is it likely that we have missed any of the caves or cliffs where robbers might be hiding?" "I think not. It seems to me that we have ransacked every hole and corner in which there is a chance that the lad could be found." "The lad!" exclaimed Gadarn. "I I mean your daughter," returned the Hebrew, quickly. "Why don't you say what you mean, then?
"O yes. People have given various accounts of her one being that she is inhumanly ugly, that fire comes out of her coal-black eyes, and that she has a long tail. But now I come to my most interesting piece of news that will surprise you most, I think your father Gadarn is here!" Branwen received this piece of news with such quiet indifference that her friend was not only disappointed but amazed.
The Hebrew went on his mission; arrived in due time at his journey's end; reported Branwen's dilemma; guided a party of stout warriors under her father Gadarn, and led them to his hut in the dell in the dead of a dark night, for it was no part of the programme to abduct the girl by main force, unless peaceful or stealthy measures should prove unsuccessful.
But now a point of far greater moment pressed on their consideration. What was to be said to King Hudibras about the disappearance of the lad? Would he believe them? It was not likely. And, on the other hand, what would Gadarn say? Would he believe them?
While these events were taking place at court, the bold chief Gadarn was ranging the country far and wide in search of his daughter Branwen.
The news he brought proved to be both surprising and perplexing, for up to that moment Gunrig had been utterly ignorant of the recent arrival of Gadarn from the far north in search of his lost daughter, though of course he was well aware of the various unsuccessful efforts that had been made by King Hudibras in that direction.
Then there was the fear of consequences when the fiery Gadarn should come to find out how he had been deceived, or rather, what moderns might style humbugged; add to which he was debarred the solace of talking the subject over with Bladud, besides being, in consequence of his candid disposition, in danger of blurting out words that might necessitate a revelation.
So much for Hu Gadarn or Hu the Mighty, whose name puts one strangely in mind of the Al Kader Hu or the Almighty He of the Arabians. I went to see the church. The inside was very rude and plain a rough table covered with a faded cloth served for an altar on the right-hand side was a venerable-looking chest. "What is there in that box?" said I to the old sexton who attended me.
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