Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
Wallace, while he threw himself along a bed of purple heath, gathered
for him by many a busy female hand, listened with a calmed mind to the
fond inquiries of Halbert, who, awakened by the first blast of the
horn, had started from his shelter and hastened to hail the safe return
of his master. While his faithful followers retired each to the bosom
of his rejoicing family, the fugitive chief of Ellerslie remained alone
with the old man, and recounted to him the success of his enterprise,
and the double injuries he had avenged. "The assassin," continued he,
"has paid with his life for his inexpiable crime. He is slain, and
with him several of Edward's garrison. My vengeance may be appeased;
but what, O Halbert, can bring redress to my widowed heart? All is
lost to me; I have now nothing to do with this world, but as I may be
the instrument of good to others! The Scottish sword has now been
redrawn against our foes; and, with the blessing of Heaven, I swear it
shall not be sheathed till Scotland be rid of the tyranny which has
slain my happiness! This night my gallant Scots have sworn to
accomplish my vow, and death or liberty must be the future fate of
Wallace and his friends."
At these words, tears ran down the cheeks of the venerable harper.
"Alas! my too brave master," exclaimed he, "what is it you would do?
Why rush upon certain destruction? For the sake of her memory whom you
deplore; in pity to the worthy Earl of Mar, who will arraign himself as
the cause of all these calamities, and of your death, should you fall,
retract this desperate vow!"
"No, my good Halbert," returned Wallace. "I am neither desperate nor
inefficient; and you, faithful creature, shall have no cause to mourn
this night's resolution. GO to Lord Mar, and tell him what are my
resolves. I have nothing now that binds me to life but my country; and
henceforth she shall be to me as mistress, wife and child. Would you
deprive me of this tie, Halbert? Would you, by persuading me to resign
my interest in her, devote me to a hermit's seclusion amongst these
rocks? for I will never again appear in the tracks of men if it be not
as the defender of her rights."
"But where, my master, shall we find you, should the earl choose to
join you with his followers?"
"In this wilderness, whence I shall not remove rashly. My purpose is
to save my countrymen, not to sacrifice them in needless dangers."
Halbert, oppressed with sorrow at the images his foreboding heart drew
of the direful scenes in which his beloved master had pledged himself
to become the leader, bowed his head with submission, and, leaving
Wallace to his rest, retired to the mouth of the cavern to weep alone.
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