Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
Some other necessary regulations being then made, he dismissed his
gallant Scots, to find refreshment in the well-stored barracks of the
dispersed Southrons, and retired himself to join his friends in the
citadel.
Chapter XXXI.
Berwick and the Tweed.
In the course of an hour Murray returned from having seen the departing
Southrons beyond the barriers of the township. But he did not come
alone; he was accompanied by Lord Auchinleck, the son of one of the
betrayed barons who had fallen in the palace of Ayr. This young
chieftain, at the head of his vassals, hastened to support the man
whose dauntless hand had thus satisfied his revenge; and when he met
Murray at the north gate of the town, and recognized in his flying
banners a friend of Scotland, he was happy to make himself known to an
officer of Wallace, and to be conducted to that chief.
While Lord Andrew and his new colleague were making the range of the
suburbs, the glad progress of the victor Scots had turned the whole
aspect of that gloomy city. Doors and windows, so recently closed in
deep mourning, for the sanguinary deeds done in the palace, now opened
teeming with smiling inhabitants. The general joy penetrated to the
most remote recesses. Mothers now threw their fond arms around the
necks of the children whom just before they had regarded with the
averted eyes of despair; in the one sex, they then beheld the victims
of, perhaps, the next requisition for blood; and in the other, the
hapless prey of passions, more felt than the horrid rage of the beast
of the field. But now all was secure again. These terrific tyrants
were driven hence; and the happy parent, embracing her offspring as if
restored from the grave, implored a thousand blessings on the head of
Wallace, the gifted agent of all this good.
Sons who in secret had lamented the treacherous death of their fathers,
and brothers of their brothers, now opened their gates, and joined the
valiant troops in the streets. Widowed wives and fatherless daughters
almost forgot they had been bereaved of their natural protectors, when
they saw Scotland rescued from her enemies, and her armed sons, once
more walking in the broad day, masters of themselves and of their
country's liberties.
Thus, then, with every heart rejoicing, every house teeming with
numbers to swell the ranks of Wallace, did he, the day after he had
entered Ayr, see all arranged for its peaceful establishment. But ere
he bade that town adieu, in which he had been educated, and where
almost every man, remembering its preserver's boyish years, thronged
round him with recollections of former days, one duty yet demanded his
stay: to pay funeral honors to the remains of his beloved grandfather.
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