The herdsman’s anger at length broke out in words, and he bitterly upbraided Bladud for having beguiled him into such a wild-goose expedition.  “And, as if that were not enough,” quoth he, “thou couldst not be contented without bringing thy pet pig hither, to make a fool both of thyself and me.  Why, verily, we are the laughing-stock of the whole city.”

Bladud mildly assured his master that it was through no act of his that the pig had followed them to his father’s court.

“Thy father’s court, forsooth!” retorted the old man, angrily; “I do verily believe it is all a trick which thou hast cunningly planned, for the sake of stealing my best pig.  Else why shouldst thou have permitted it to follow thee thither?”

Bladud was prevented from replying to this unjust accusation by a rabble of rude boys, who had gathered round them, and began to assail the poor pig with sticks and stones.  Bladud at first mildly requested them to desist from such cruel sport; but finding that they paid no attention to his remonstrances, he began to deal out blows, right and left, with his stout quarter-staff, by which he kept the foremost at bay, calling at the same time on his master to assist him in defending the pig.

But Bladud and his master together were very unequally matched against this lawless band of young aggressors.  They certainly would have been very roughly handled, had it not been for the unexpected aid of a shepherd-lad who came to their assistance, and, with the help of his faithful dog, succeeded in driving away the most troublesome of their assailants.

In this brave and generous ally, Bladud had the satisfaction of discovering his old friend Math of the Downs.  So completely, however, was Bladud’s appearance changed in consequence of his being cleansed of the leprosy, that it was some time before he could convince Math that he was the wretched and forlorn outcast with whom he had changed clothes, nearly a twelvemonth before on the Somersetshire Downs.

Math, however, presently remembered his old clothes, in the sorry remains of which Bladud was still dressed; and Bladud also pointed with a smile to the painted vest of a British prince, in which the young shepherd had arrayed himself to attend the festival of the acorn-gathering.  Strange to say, the generous boy had altogether escaped infection from the clothes of his diseased prince.

Bladud now briefly explained his situation to the astonished Math, whom he invited to join himself and his master in their visit to the royal pavilion, in order that he might be a witness of his restoration to the arms of his parents, and the honors of his father’s court.

Math, though still more incredulous than even the old herdsman, was strongly moved by curiosity to witness the interview.  He stoutly assisted Bladud in making his way through the crowd, who appeared resolutely bent on impeding their progress to the royal pavilion, which, however, they at length approached, still followed by the persevering pig.