Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
Ever pressing toward establishing the happiness of his country, he
hastened over the splendid repast that was prepared for him; and
dispensing with the ceremonials with which the zeal of Maxwell sought
to display his respect for the virtues and station of his commander, he
retired with Graham to write dispatches, and to apportion shares of the
spoil to the necessities of the provinces. In these duties, his
wakeful eye was kept open the greatest part of the night. They for
whom he labored slept securely! That thought was rest to him. But
they closed not their eyes without praying for the sweet repose of
their benefactor. And he found it; not in sleep, but in that peace of
heart which the world cannot give.
Chapter XLVI.
Lammington.
Day succeeded day in the execution of these beneficial designs. When
fulfilled, the royal halls of Lochmaben did not long detain him who
knew no satisfaction but when going about doing good. While he was
thus employed, raising with the quickness of magic, by the hands of his
soldiers, the lately ruined hamlets into well-built villages--while the
gray smoke curled from a thousand russet cottages which now spotted the
sides of the snow-clad hills--while all the lowlands, whithersoever he
directed his steps, breathed of comfort and abundance--he felt like the
father of a large family, in the midst of a happy and vast home, where
every eye turned on him with reverence, every lip with gratitude.
He had hardly gone the circuit of these now cheerful valleys, when an
embassy from England, which had first touched at Lochmaben, overtook
him at the Tower of Lammington. The ambassadors were Edmund, Earl of
Arundel (a nobleman who had married the only sister of De Warenne), and
Anthony Beck, Bishop of Durham.
At the moment their splendid cavalcade, escorted by a party from Sir
Eustace Maxwell, entered the gate of Lammington, Wallace was in the
hourly expectation of Edwin, and hearing the trampling of horses, he
hastened into the courtyard, attended by Gregory's grandchildren. One
was in his arms, two others held by his plaid, and a third played with
the sword he had unbuckled from his side. It was a clear frosty day,
and the keenness of the air brightened the complexion of Wallace, while
it deepened the roses of his infant companions. The leader of the
Scottish escort immediately proclaimed to the embassadors that this was
the regent. At the sight of so uncourtly a scene the haughty prelate
of Durham drew back.
"This man will not understand his own interest," said he, in a
disdainful whisper, to Lord Arundel.
"I am inclined to think his estimation of it will be beyond ours." As
the earl made this reply, the officer of Maxwell informed Wallace of
the names and errand of the illustrious strangers. At the mention of a
Southron, the elder children ran screaming into the house, leaving the
youngest, who continued on the breast of Wallace.
The bishop drew near.
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