We need scarcely say that there was joy at the court of King Hudibras when Bladud returned home, cured of his terrible disease.
The first person whom the prince hurried off to visit, after seeing his father, and embracing his mother and sister, was the northern chief Gadarn. That jovial character was enjoying a siesta after the mid-day meal at the time, but willingly arose on the prince being announced.
“Glad to see you, Gadarn,” said Bladud, entering the room that had been apportioned to the chief, and sitting down on a bench for visitors, which, according to custom, stood against the inner wall of the apartment. “I hope your head is clear and your arm strong.”
“Both are as they should be,” answered Gadarn, returning the salutation.
“I thank you,” replied the prince, “my arm is indeed strong, but my head is not quite as clear as it might be.”
“Love got anything to do with it?” asked Gadarn, with a knowing look.
“Not the love of woman, if that is what you mean.”
“Truly that is what I do mean—though, of course, I admit that one’s horses and dogs have also a claim on our affections. What is it that troubles you, my son?”
The affectionate conclusion of this reply, and the chief’s manner, drew the prince towards him, so that he became confidential.
“The truth is, Gadarn, that I am very anxious to know what news you have of Cormac—for the fate of that poor boy hangs heavy on my mind. Indeed, I should have refused to quit the Swamp, in spite of the king’s commands and my mother’s entreaties, if you had not sent that message by the Hebrew.”