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"That is true; and I hope he will win," replied the princess. "Hush! child, the king will be displeased if he hears you," said her mother earnestly. "What ever you think, keep silence." The queen spoke with such unwonted energy that Hafrydda was surprised, but her thoughts were instantly diverted to Bladud, who made a magnificent cast and sent the stone a yard further than his opponent.
"I will go gladly," he said to his sister, a day or two before the party was to set out. "For your sake, Hafrydda, I will do my best to clear up the mystery; and I think it highly probable that I shall find the runaway safely lodged in her father's house." "I fear not," returned Hafrydda, with a sad look. "It seems impossible that she could have made her way so far alone through the wild forests."
"No, I'm not," cried Branwen, with a look of firmness, yet of transparent honesty, that amused her companion greatly; "at least," she continued in a quieter tone, "I don't feel good, and the queen often tells me that I am very naughty, though I sometimes think she doesn't mean it. But when I think of that that monster and his insult to my dear Hafrydda, and his impudence in wanting me. Oh!
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.
"Now," he said, sitting down beside her, and putting his arm round her waist, despite her objections, "this young turkey-cock has fairly won Hafrydda, and he is welcome to her for all that I care that is, if he lives to claim her hand after our next meeting, for, since I've seen your pretty face, Branwen, I would rather wed you than the fairest lass that ever owned to Norland blood.
"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.
"Yes, and and but I'll tell you all about that too presently. It is enough to say that he is alive and well sickness almost, if not quite, gone. I was so sorry for him." "Dear Branwen!" said the princess, with an emphatic oral demonstration. Hafrydda was so loving and tender and effusive, and, withal, so very fair, that her friend could not help gazing at her in admiration.
At last, like all sublunary things, the games came to an end, and the prince hastened to his sister's room. "May I come in?" he asked, knocking. "Yes, brother." There was a peculiar tone in her voice, and a curious expression in her eyes, that the prince did not fail to note. "Hafrydda," he exclaimed, eagerly, "there is no Cormac?" "True, brother, there is no Cormac there never was.
He told us, however, of a mysterious boy who had nursed him in sickness, and who had somehow been lost or captured, and that poor Bladud was so fond of the boy that he had remained behind to search for him. I now know," added the princess with a laugh, "who this dear boy is, but I am greatly puzzled still about some of his doings and intentions." "Listen, then, Hafrydda, and I will tell you all."
"Yes, thanks be to the All-seeing One, I am well, or nearly so. But proceed to explain the reason of your journey." "The cause of it is the unaccountable disappearance of the girl named Branwen." "What! she who is the bosom friend of my sister Hafrydda?" "The same.
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