“Well done,” said the king. “Go on. It is the best in three heaves that wins.”
Bladud grasped the stone and hurled it back over his head with all his force. Up and up it went as if it had resolved to become an aerolite and visit the moon! Then down it came with a mighty thud ten yards beyond Gunrig’s mark.
Once more the air rang with the enthusiastic plaudits of the multitude, while the king ordered the victor to approach the stand.
Bladud did so with some trepidation, for now he knew that he would have to speak, and feared that though his appearance had not betrayed him, his voice would probably do so.
Chapter Eleven.
A Notable Duel Followed by Changes and Plots.
Every eye was riveted with admiration and curiosity on the young stranger as he approached.
“You have acquitted yourself well, young man,” said the king, “and it becomes us to invite you to our palace and to ask if we can serve you in any way.”