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Those who escape the river may go home and take my blessing along with them." "Then do you intend to divide our troops into two bodies?" asked Bladud. "Of course I do. We can't have an ambush without dividing, can we?" "Division means weakness," observed Gunrig. "You were ever obstinate, Gunrig," said Gadarn, sharply.
"You are over-proud for your station," returned the chief angrily, "and were it not for your years I would teach you to moderate your language and tone." For a moment the eyes of the old man flashed, and his brows contracted, as he steadily returned the gaze of Gunrig.
There was reason for poor Branwen's desire to escape observation, for the proud Gunrig was paying her attentions which were far too pointed and familiar in one who was about to marry the king's daughter. Indeed, it was whispered that he had changed his mind since he had seen Branwen, and would have even resigned the princess in her favour, if he had dared to offer such an affront to the king.
Yet it is generally believed, though we have no authentic record of the fact, that our ancestors got on pretty well without these comforts. We refrain, however, from dogmatising on the point, but it is our duty to state that Gunrig, at all events, got on swimmingly without them. It is also our duty to be just to opponents, and to admit that a pipe might possibly have soothed his wrath.
"That may be so, but I know though it is not easy to remember how I came to know it that Gunrig had been insolent enough to make up to her, after he was defeated by Bladud, and she was so afraid of him that she ran away, and thus fell into the hands of robbers." While the chief was speaking, Hudibras clenched his hands and glared fiercely.
"This is all very well," interrupted the impatient Gadarn, "and I have no doubt you are excellent friends though somewhat demonstrative, but we are holding a council of war not of affection and as the enemy may be close at hand it behoves us to be smart. Shake hands, Gunrig; you and I must be friends when we fight on the same side. Now, let us to work. Who is to have the chief command?"
"I am a chief," answered Bladud, proudly, "and this is my native land." "What is your name, then, and where come ye from?" demanded the king. "That I may not answer just now, but I am here, in your power, if what I say be not found true, you may do what you will with me. Meanwhile I ask permission to accept the challenge." At this point Gunrig, unable to restrain himself longer, sprang forward.
"But I have not jilted her," said Gunrig, stopping abruptly in his walk, and looking down upon his parent. "That ass Bladud won her, and although he does turn out to be her brother, that does not interfere with his right to break off the engagement if so disposed. Besides, I do not want to wed the princess now. I have quite changed my mind." "Why have you changed your mind, my son?"
While she was busy tying on this garment, and otherwise completing her costume, almost quite forgetful in her amusement of the danger which had driven her to that strange place, she heard voices in the outer cave, and among them one which turned her cheeks pale, and banished every thought of fun out of her heart. It was the voice of Gunrig!
Gunrig sprang up to pursue, but, fortunately for the girl, a modest bramble, that scarce ventured to raise its branches above the ground, caught his foot and sent him headlong into a rotten stump, which seemed only too ready to receive him.
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