Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
"I expect nothing of Bruce, nor of your uncle," returned she, with a
haughty rearing of her head; "but I look for respect from the daughter
of Lord Mar, and from the friend of Sir William Wallace."
She rose from her chair, and presenting Edwin with a packet for
Wallace, told Helen she might retire to her own room.
"To my father's I will, madam," returned she.
Lady Mar colored at this reproof, and, turning to Edwin, more gently
said, "You know that the dignity of his situation must be maintained;
and while others attend his couch, I must his reputation."
"I have often heard that 'Fame is better than life!'" replied Edwin,
still smiling; "and I thank Lady mar for showing me how differently
people may translate the same lesson. Adieu, dear Helen!" said he,
touching her mantling cheek with his lips.
"Farewell," returned she, "may good angels guard you!"
The substance of the latter part of this scene Edwin did relate to
Wallace. He smiled at the vain follies of the countess, and broke the
seal of her letter. It was in the same style with her conversation; at
one moment declaring herself his disinterested friend, in the next,
uttering wild professions of never-ending attachment. She deplored the
sacrifice which had been made of her, when quite a child, to the doting
passion of Lord Mar; and complained of his want of sympathy with any of
her feelings. Then picturing the happiness which must result from the
reciprocal love of congenial hearts, she ventured to show how truly
hers would unite with Wallace's. The conclusion of this strange
epistle told him that the devoted gratitude of all her relations of the
house of Cummin was ready, at any moment, to relinquish their claims on
the crown, to place it on brows so worthy to wear it.
The words of this letter were so artfully and so persuasively penned,
that had not Edwin described the inebriated vanity of Lady Mar, Wallace
might have believed that she was ambitious only for him, and that could
she share his heart, his throne would be a secondary object. To
establish this deception in his mind, she added, "I live here as at the
head of a court, and fools around me think I take pleasure in it; but
did they look into my actions, they would see that I serve while I seem
to reign. I am working in the hearts of men for your advancement."
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