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Then, as if suddenly recollecting something that had escaped him, he returned to his seat. "My child," he said, "I have that to tell you which will make you sad unless I greatly misunderstand your nature. Gunrig, your enemy, is dying." That the Hebrew had not misunderstood Branwen's nature was evident, from the genuine look of sorrow and sympathy which instantly overspread her countenance.
On entering and beholding a beautiful girl kneeling, and in tears, where she had left a feeble old woman, she almost fell down with superstitious fear, deeming that an angel had been sent to comfort her son and so indeed one had been sent, in a sense, though not such an one as superstition suggested. A few minutes' talk with Gunrig, however, cleared up the mystery.
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.
Prince Bladud will take one detachment round through the woods to the river and fall upon them from that side. Gunrig, who I know loves the post of danger, will go down between the two mounds and meet the enemy right in the teeth when they are being driven out upon the flat land, and Dromas, as he seems to be a knowing man, might take the ambush on the other side of the Swamp."
"I am glad to hear that, Gunrig, though it never entered into my head, I confess, to do you such a good turn. And surely it must have been the All-seeing One who enabled me to influence you thus, and who now recalls to my mind what the Hebrew read to me one of those sayings of the good men of his nation which are marked in the white roll I spoke of.
"We can't be long of finding them now," remarked the chief to the principal huntsman, as they passed the entrance to Beniah's retreat. "It may be as well to run up and ask the old man who lives here if he has seen her," replied the huntsman. "He is a man with sharp eyes for his years." "As you will," said Gunrig sternly, for his wrath had not yet been appreciably toned down by exercise.
"That depends on what you consider good," answered the scout, panting. "I have just learned that a large body of King Hudibras' men about two hundred, I believe is on its way to the Swamp to search for his son Bladud " "What! the giant whom we have heard tell of who gave Gunrig such a drubbing?" "The same.
Then, to their still greater amazement, he put on what we may call an Olympic spurt, so that he overtook his rival in less than a quarter of a minute; passed him easily, ran over the rest of the course at a rate which had not been equalled since Old Albion was created, and passed the winning-post full five hundred yards in advance of Gunrig, amid yells of delight and roars of laughter, which continued for some time bursting forth again and again as the novelty and surprise of the thing became more and more forced home to the spectators' minds.
"Whatever it is, it seems to have made you happy." "Truly it has. But let us go in with the bandages first. The news is too good to be told in a hurry." The sound of their voices as they entered aroused Gunrig completely, and he rose up as they approached. "My father sent us," said the princess in some confusion, "to see that you are well cared for. Your wounds, I hope, are not dangerous?"
"Can you not conceal me here till we have time to think what is best to be done?" asked Branwen simply, "for I will die rather than wed this this monster Gunrig!" The Hebrew smiled pitifully, for he saw in the maiden's face and bearing evidence of a brave, resolute spirit, which would not condescend to boasting, and had no thought of using exaggerated language.
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