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‘
Meanwhile
,
the
young
prince
,
effectually
disguised
,
wandered
on
foot
through
his
father
’
s
dominions
,
cheered
and
supported
in
all
his
hardships
by
sweet
thoughts
of
the
Athenian
maid
,
who
was
the
innocent
cause
of
his
weary
trials
.
One
day
he
stopped
to
rest
in
a
country
village
;
and
seeing
that
there
were
gay
dances
going
forward
on
the
green
,
and
gay
faces
passing
to
and
fro
,
ventured
to
inquire
of
a
reveller
who
stood
near
him
,
the
reason
for
this
rejoicing
.
‘
"
Know
you
not
,
O
stranger
,
"
was
the
reply
,
"
of
the
recent
proclamation
of
our
gracious
king
?
"
‘
"
Proclamation
!
No
.
What
proclamation
?
"
rejoined
the
prince
—
for
he
had
travelled
along
the
by
and
little
-
frequented
ways
,
and
knew
nothing
of
what
had
passed
upon
the
public
roads
,
such
as
they
were
.
‘
"
Why
,
"
replied
the
peasant
,
"
the
foreign
lady
that
our
prince
wished
to
wed
,
is
married
to
a
foreign
noble
of
her
own
country
,
and
the
king
proclaims
the
fact
,
and
a
great
public
festival
besides
;
for
now
,
of
course
,
Prince
Bladud
will
come
back
and
marry
the
lady
his
father
chose
,
who
they
say
is
as
beautiful
as
the
noonday
sun
.
Your
health
,
sir
.
God
save
the
king
!
"
‘
The
prince
remained
to
hear
no
more
.
He
fled
from
the
spot
,
and
plunged
into
the
thickest
recesses
of
a
neighbouring
wood
.
On
,
on
,
he
wandered
,
night
and
day
;
beneath
the
blazing
sun
,
and
the
cold
pale
moon
;
through
the
dry
heat
of
noon
,
and
the
damp
cold
of
night
;
in
the
gray
light
of
morn
,
and
the
red
glare
of
eve
.
So
heedless
was
he
of
time
or
object
,
that
being
bound
for
Athens
,
he
wandered
as
far
out
of
his
way
as
Bath
.
‘
There
was
no
city
where
Bath
stands
,
then
.
There
was
no
vestige
of
human
habitation
,
or
sign
of
man
’
s
resort
,
to
bear
the
name
;
but
there
was
the
same
noble
country
,
the
same
broad
expanse
of
hill
and
dale
,
the
same
beautiful
channel
stealing
on
,
far
away
,
the
same
lofty
mountains
which
,
like
the
troubles
of
life
,
viewed
at
a
distance
,
and
partially
obscured
by
the
bright
mist
of
its
morning
,
lose
their
ruggedness
and
asperity
,
and
seem
all
ease
and
softness
.
Moved
by
the
gentle
beauty
of
the
scene
,
the
prince
sank
upon
the
green
turf
,
and
bathed
his
swollen
feet
in
his
tears
.
‘
"
Oh
!
"
said
the
unhappy
Bladud
,
clasping
his
hands
,
and
mournfully
raising
his
eyes
towards
the
sky
,
"
would
that
my
wanderings
might
end
here
!
Would
that
these
grateful
tears
with
which
I
now
mourn
hope
misplaced
,
and
love
despised
,
might
flow
in
peace
for
ever
!
"
‘
The
wish
was
heard
.
It
was
in
the
time
of
the
heathen
deities
,
who
used
occasionally
to
take
people
at
their
words
,
with
a
promptness
,
in
some
cases
,
extremely
awkward
.
The
ground
opened
beneath
the
prince
’
s
feet
;
he
sank
into
the
chasm
;
and
instantaneously
it
closed
upon
his
head
for
ever
,
save
where
his
hot
tears
welled
up
through
the
earth
,
and
where
they
have
continued
to
gush
forth
ever
since
.
