Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
"He does live," replied the old man, "but the shadow of what he was.
In attempting, with a few resolute lads, to defend these domains, he
was severely wounded. His companions were slain, and I found him on
the other side of my lady's garden left for dead. We fled with him to
the woods, and there remained till all about here was laid in ashes.
Finding the cruel Southrons had made a general waste, yet fearful of
fresh incursions, we and others who had been driven from their homes,
dug us subterraneous dwellings, and ever since have lived like fairies
in the green hillside. My son and his young wife and babes are now in
our cavern, but reduced by sickness and want, for famine is here.
Alas, the Southrons, in conquering Scotland, have not gained a kingdom,
but made a desert!"
"And there is a God who marks," returned Wallace; "I go to reap the
harvests of Northumberland. What our enemies have ravished hence in
part they shall refund; a few days, and your granaries shall overflow.
Meanwhile, I leave you with my friend," said he, pointing to Murray,
"at the head of five hundred men. To-morrow he may commence the
reduction of every English fortress that yet casts a shade on the
stream of our native Clyde; for when the sun next rises, the Southrons
will have passed the Scottish borders and then the truce expires."
Gregory fell at his feet, and begged that he be allowed to bring his
Nannie to see the husband of her once dear child.
"Not now," replied Wallace, "I could not bear the interview--she shall
see me when I return."
He then spoke apart to Murray, who cheerfully acquiesced in a
commission that promised him not only the glory of being a conqueror,
but the private satisfaction, he hoped, of driving the Southron
garrison out of his own paternal castle. To send such news to his
noble father at Stirling, would indeed be a wreath of honor to his aged
and yet warlike brow. It was then arranged between the young chief and
his commander that watchtowers should be thrown up on every conspicuous
eminence which skirted the Scottish borders; whence concerted signals
of victories, or other information, might be severally interchanged.
These preliminaries adjusted, the regent's bugle brought Ker and Sir
John Graham to his side. The appointed number of men was left with
Murray; and Wallace, joining his other chieftains, bade his friend and
honest servant adieu.
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