Touching was the scene when the king, recovering from the surprise into
which the first shock of recognition had plunged him, rushed forward
and clasped his long-lost son to his bosom. The big tear-drops rolled
down his manly cheeks, and, relaxing the dignity of the king, and the
sternness of the warrior, all the energies of his nature were embodied
in the one single feeling, that he was a happy and a beloved father!
The news of the return of their prince spread throughout the assembled
multitudes, on wings of joy. Loud and long were the shouts and
acclamations which burst forth in every direction, as the distant
groups became apprised of the event. The Druids and the Minstrels
formed themselves into processions, in which the people joined; and the
harpers, sounding their loudest strains, struck up their songs of joy
and triumph. The oxen, loosened from the wains, and decked with
garlands of flowers, were led forward in the train; and the dancers and
revelers followed, performing with energy and delight their rude sports
and pastimes around the king's pavilion.
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