Scotland -- History -- War of Independence, 1285-1371 -- Fiction
Awed by the father's address, and satisfied with the money and arms of
which they had rifled the stranger, the marauders retreated;
determining, indeed, to say nothing of the matter to the officer in the
castle, lest he should demand the horn; and, elated with the present
booty, they marched off to pursue their plundering excursion. Bursting
into yeomen's houses and peasants' huts, stripping all of their
substance who did or did not swear fealty to Edward; thus robbing the
latter, and exacting contributions from the former; while vain prayers
for mercy and unanswered cries for redress echoed dolefully through the
vale of Bothwell, they sped gayly on, as if murder were pastime and
rapine honor.
The prior, on returning into the convent, ordered the gates to be
bolted. When he entered the chapter-house, finding the monks had
already bound up the wounds of the stranger, he made a sign for the
brethren to withdraw: and then, approaching the young man, "My son,"
said he, in a mild tone, "you heard my declaration to the men from whom
I took you! Answer me the truth and you shall find that virtue or
repentance have alike a refuge in the arms of the church. As I am its
servant, no man need fear to confide in me. Speak with candor! How
came you by that bugle?"
The stranger looked steadfastly on his questioner; "A minister of the
all righteous God cannot mean to deceive. You have saved my life, and
I should be less than man could I doubt the evidence of that deed. I
received that bugle from a brave Scot who dwells amongst the eastern
mountains; and who gave it to me to assure the Earl of Mar that I came
from him."
The prior apprehended that it was of Wallace he spoke. "You come to
request a military aid from the Earl of Mar!" rejoined the father,
willing to sound him, before he committed Murray, by calling him to the
conference.
The stranger replied: "If, reverend sir, you are in the confidence of
the good earl, pronounce but the Christian name of the man who charged
me with the bugle, and allow me, then, for his sake, to ask you what
has indeed happened to the earl! that I was seized by foes, when I
expected to meet with friends only! Reply to this, and I shall speak
freely; but at present, though I would confide all of myself to your
sacred character, yet the confidence of others is not mine to bestow."
The prior, being convinced by this caution, that he was indeed speaking
with some messenger from Wallace, made no hesitation to answer. "Your
master is a knight, and a braver never drew breath since the time of
his royal namesake, William the Lion!"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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