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.