Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
The prisoners who had been taken with Montgomery were lodged behind the
town, and the wounded carried into the Abbey of Cambus-Kenneth; but
when Edwin came to move that earl himself, he found him too faint with
loss of blood to sit a horse to Snawdoun. He therefore ordered a
litter; and so conveyed his brave prisoner to that palace of the kings
of Scotland in Stirling.
The priests in Wallace's army not only exercised the Levitical but the
good Samaritan's functions, and they soon obeyed the young knight's
summons to dress the wounds of Montgomery.
Messengers, meanwhile, arrived from Wallace, acquainting his chieftains
in Stirling with the surrender of De Warenne's army. Hence no surprise
was created in the breast of the wounded earl when he saw his commander
enter the palace as the prisoner of the illustrious Scot.
Montgomery held out his hand to the lord warden in silence, and with a
flushed cheek.
"Blush not, my noble friend!" cried De Warenne; "these wounds speak
more eloquently than a thousand tongues, the gallantry with which you
maintained the sword that fate compelled you to surrender. But I,
without a scratch, how can I meet the unconquered Edward? And yet it
was not for myself I feared: my brave and confiding soldiers were in
all my thoughts; for I saw it was not to meet an army I led them, but
against a whirlwind, a storm of war, with which no strength that I
commanded could contend."
While the English generals thus conversed, Edwin's impatient heart
yearned to be again at the side of Wallace; and gladly resigning the
charge of his noble prisoner to Sir Alexander Ramsay, as soon as he
observed a cessation in the conversation of the two earls, he drew near
Montgomery to take his leave.
"Farewell, till we meet again!" said the young earl, pressing his hand;
"you have been a young brother rather than an enemy, to me."
"Because," returned Edwin, "I follow the example of my general, who
would willingly be the friend of all mankind."
Warenne looked at him with surprise: "And who are you, who, in that
stripling form, utters gallant sentiments which might grace the
maturest years?"
With a sweet dignity, Edwin replied, "I am Edwin Ruthven, the adopted
brother of Sir William Wallace."
"And the son of him," asked De Warenne, "who, with Sir William Wallace,
was the first to mount Dumbarton walls?"
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