Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
When he awoke the lark was caroling above his head; and to his surprise
he found a plaid was laid over him. He threw it off, and beheld Edwin
seated at his feet. "This has been your doing, my kind brother," said
he, "but how came you to discover me?"
"I missed you when the dawn broke, and at last found you here, sleeping
under the dew."
"And has none else been astir?" inquired Wallace, thinking of the
figure he had seen.
"None that I know of. All were fast asleep when I left the party."
Wallace began to fancy that he had been laboring under the impressions
of some powerful dream, and saying no more, he returned to the wood.
Finding everybody ready, he took his station; and setting forth, all
proceeded cheerfully, though slowly, through the delightful valleys of
Barochan. By sunset they arrived at the point of embarkation. The
journey ought to have been performed in half the time; but the countess
petitioned for long rests, a compliance with which the younger part of
the cavalcade conceded with reluctance.
Chapter XXVII.
The Frith of Clyde.
At Gourock, Murray engage two small vessels; one for the earl and
countess, with Wallace as their escort; the other for himself and
Edwin, to follow with a few of the men.
It was a fine evening, and they embarked with everything in their
favor. The boatmen calculated on reaching Bute in a few hours; but ere
they had been half an hour at sea, the wind, veering about, obliged
them to woo its breezes by a traversing motion, which, though it
lengthened their voyage, increased its pleasantness by carrying them
often within near views of the ever-varying shores. Sailing under a
side-wind, they beheld the huge irregular rocks of Dunoon, overhanging
the ocean; while from their projecting brows hung every shrub which can
live in that saline atmosphere.
"There," whispered Lady mar, gently inclining toward Wallace, "might
the beautiful mermaid of Corie Vrekin keep her court! Observe how
magnificently those arching cliffs overhang the hollows, and how richly
they are studded with shells and sea-flowers!"
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