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Boiling over as he was with indignation, Gunrig felt as if he was endued with more than usual strength. He lifted the stone with ease, faced the platform, heeled the line, and hurled the stone violently over his head, so that it fell with a heavy thud far behind him. Then Bladud took it up. "Oh! what a stout man he is!" whispered Branwen to Hafrydda, "and what a handsome face!"
She wore no ornament of any kind save, on one side of her beautiful head, a small bunch of wild-flowers that had survived the frost. At the time of their entrance, Bladud was stooping to talk with Hafrydda and did not observe them, but when he heard Gadarn's sonorous voice he turned with interest to listen.
Dear, good, patient, old man, you have no notion what a fearful amount of abuse he took from me, without losing temper and I gave him some awful home-thrusts too! I felt almost tempted to kiss him and beg his pardon. But now, Hafrydda, I am beginning to be afraid of what all this deceiving and playing the double-face will come to. And I'm ashamed of it too I really am.
Fain to be content with this in the meantime, Bladud hurried to the apartment of his sister. "Hafrydda!" he exclaimed, "has Gadarn gone out of his mind?" "I believe not," she replied, sitting down beside her brother and taking his hand. "Why do you ask?" "Because he talks I say it with all respect like an idiot."
"Hafrydda is is that really Branwen?" "Yes, brother, that is Branwen. I must go to her." As she spoke, she started off at a run and threw her arms round her friend's neck. "I cannot cannot believe it is you," she exclaimed aloud and then, whispering in Branwen's ear, "oh! you wicked creature, to make such a hypocrite of me. But come," she added aloud, "come to my room.
"If this be so, I will have him cow-hided; but tell me what would you with me? Can I help you? Is it food that you want, or rest?" "Truly it is both food and rest that I want, at the proper times, but what I want with you now, is to take me to your own room, and let me talk to you." "That is a curious desire," returned Hafrydda, smiling, "but I will not deny you. Come this way.
This was too much for that domestic. The unheard-of horrors of the Boong-jee-gop, coupled with the tremendous energy of the final "go!" was more than he could stand. He went meekly. "Send her to me directly," said Hafrydda, and the humiliated servitor obeyed.
But how am I to know that he is cured? who is to judge? Our court doctor knows as much about it as a sucking pig perhaps less!" "Perhaps the Hebrew knows," suggested Hafrydda and Dromas loved her for the suggestion! "Ah, to be sure! I forgot the Hebrew. You may call at his hut in passing and take him with you, if he has come home yet. He's an amiable old man, and may consent to go.
She went out hurriedly, and the prince, full of new-born hopes mingled with depressing anxieties, went away into the neighbouring woods to meditate for, in the haste of her departure, Hafrydda had neglected to tell him where Branwen was to be found, and he shrank from mentioning her name to any one else.
Meanwhile, in the breakfast room of the palace, which was on the ground floor indeed, all the rooms of the palace were on the ground floor, for there was no upper one the queen and her fair daughter Hafrydda were entertaining a stranger who had arrived the day before.
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