Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
Helen cast down her eyes, that even a glance might not overwhelm with
insupportable shame the already trembling countess. Lady Mar saw that
she was acquainted with her guilt, and expecting no more mercy than she
knew she would show to Helen in the like circumstances, she hastily
rose from her chair, internally vowing vengeance against her triumphant
daughter and hatred of all mankind. But Helen thought she might have
so erred, from a wife's alarm for the safety of the husband she
professed to doat on; and this dutiful daughter determined never to
accuse her.
While all the furies raged in the breast of the guilty woman, Helen
simply answered, "Lord Soulis would be weak as he is vile, to trust a
secret of that kind with a servant;" then hurried on to the relation of
subsequent events. The countess breathed again; and almost deceiving
herself with the idea that Helen was indeed ignorant of her treachery,
listened with emotions of another kind, when she heard of the rescue of
her daughter-in-law. She saw Wallace in that brave act! But as Helen,
undesignedly to herself, passed over the parts in their conversation
which had most interested her, and never named the graces of his
person, Lady mar thought, that to have viewed Wallace with so little
notice would have been impossible; and therefore was glad of such a
double conviction, that he and her daughter had never met, which seemed
verified when Helen said that the unknown chief had promised to join
his arms with those of Wallace.
Murray had observed Helen while she spoke, with an impression at his
heart that made it pause. Something in this interview had whispered to
him what he had never dreamed before--that she was dearer to him than
fifty thousand cousins. And while the blood flushed and retreated in
the complexion of Helen, and her downcast eyes refused to show what was
passing there, while she hastily ran over the circumstances of her
acquaintance with the stranger knight, Murray's own emotions declared
the secret of hers; and with a lip as pale as her own, he said, "But
where is this brave man? He cannot have yet joined us, for surely he
would have told Wallace or myself that he came from you?"
"I warned him not to do so," replied she, "for fear that your
indignation against my enemies, my dear cousin, might have precipitated
you into dangers to be incurred for our country only."
"Then, if he had joined us," replied Murray, rising from his seat, "you
will probably soon known who he is. To-morrow morning Sir William
Wallace will enter the citadel, attended by his principal knights; and
in that gallant company you must doubtless discover the man who had
laid such obligations on us all by your preservation."
Murray's feelings told him that glad should he be, if the utterance of
that obligation would repay it!
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