In the moment when the indignant Ruthven saw his Perthshire legions rolling off toward the trumpet8 of Le de Spencer, Scrymgeour placed himself at the head of the men of Lanark. Unfurling the banner of Scotland, he marched with a steady step to the tent of Bothwell, whither he did not doubt that Wallace had retired9. He found him assuaging10 the impassioned grief of Edwin, and striving to moderate the vehement11 wrath12 of the faithful Murray, “Pour not out the energy of your soul upon these worthless men!” said he; “leave them to the fates they seek — the fates they have incurred13 by the innocent blood shed this day! The few brave hearts who yet remain loyal to this country, are insufficient14 to stem at this spot the torrent15 of corruption16. Retire beyond the Forth17, my friend. Rally all true Scots around Huntingtower. Let the royal inmate18 proclaim himself, and, at the foot of the Grampians, lock the gates of the Highlands upon our enemies. From those bulwarks19 he will issue in strength, and Scotland may again be free!”
“Free, but never more honored!” cried Edwin; “never more beloved by me! Ungrateful, treacherous20, base land,” added he, starting on his feet, and raising his clasped hands with the vehement abjuration21 of an indignant spirit; “oh, that the salt sea would ingulf thee at once — that thy name and thy ingratitude22 could be no more remembered! I will never wear a sword for her again.”
“Edwin!” ejaculated Wallace, in a reproachful, yet tender tone.
“Exhort me not to forgive my country!” returned he; “tell me to take my deadliest foe24 to my breast — to pardon the assassin who strikes his steel into my heart, and I will obey you; but to pardon Scotland for the injury she has done to you — for the disgrace with which her self-debasement stains this cheek I never, never can! I abhor25 these sons of Lucifer. Think not, noblest of masters, dearest of friends,” cried he, throwing himself at Wallace’s feet, “that I will ever shine in the light of those envious26 stars which have displayed the sun! No tibi soli shall henceforth be the impress on my shield; to thee alone will I ever turn; and till your beams restore your country and revive me, the springing laurels27 of Edwin Ruthven shall whither where they grew!”
Wallace folded him to his heart; a tear stood in his eyes, while he said in a low voice:
“If thou art mine, thou art Scotland’s. Me, she rejects. Mysterious Heaven wills that I should quit my post; but for thee, Edwin, as a relic28 of the fond love I yet bear this wretched country, abide29 by her, bear with her, cherish her, defend her for my sake; and if Bruce lives, he will be to thee a second Wallace, a friend, a brother!”
Edwin listened, wept, and sobbed30, but his heart was fixed31; unable to speak, he broke from his friend’s arms, and hurried into an interior apartment to subdue32 his emotions by pouring them forth to God.
Ruthven joined in determined33 opinion with Bothwell, that if ever a civil war could be sanctified, this was the time; and in spite of all that Wallace could urge against the madness of contending for his supremacy34 over a nation which would not yield him obedience35, still they remained firm in their resolution. Bruce they hardly dared hope could recover; and to relinquish36 the guiding hand of their best approved leader at this crisis, was a sacrifice, they said, no earthly power should compel them to make.
“So far from it,” cried Lord Bothwell, dropping on his knees, and grasping the cross hilt of his sword in both hands, “I swear by the blood of the crucified Lord of this ungrateful world, that should Bruce die, I will obey no other king of Scotland than William Wallace!”
Wallace turned ashy pale as he listened to this vow37. At that moment Scrymgeour entered, followed by the Lanark veterans, and all kneeling down, repeated the oath of Bothwell; then starting up, called on the outraged38 chief, by the unburied corpse39 of his murdered Ker, to lead them forth and avenge40 them of his enemies.
When the agitation41 of his soul would allow him to speak to this faithful group, Wallace stretched his hands over them, and with such tears as a father would shed who looks on the children he is to behold42 no more, he said, in a subdued43 and faltering44 voice, “God will avenge our murdered friend; my sword is sheathed45 forever. May that holy Being, who is the true and best King of the virtuous46, always be present with you! I feel your love, and I appreciate it. But Bothwell, Ruthven, Lockhart, Scrymgeour, my faithful Lanark followers47, leave me awhile to compose my scattered48 thoughts. Let me pass this night alone, and to-morrow you shall know the resolution of your grateful Wallace!”
The shades of evening were closing in, and the men of Lanark, first obtaining his permission to keep guard before the wood which skirted the tent, respectfully kissing his hand, withdrew. Ruthven called Edwin from the recess50, whither he had retired to unburden his grief: but as soon as he heard that it was the resolution of his friends to preserve the authority of Wallace or to perish in the contest, the gloom passed from his fair brow, a smile of triumph parted his lips, and he exclaimed:
“All will be well again. We shall force this deluded51 nation to recognize her safety and her honor!”
While the determined chiefs held discourse52 so congenial with the wishes of the youthful knight53, Wallace sat almost silent. He seemed revolving54 some momentous55 idea: he frequently turned his eyes on the speakers with a fixed regard, which appeared rather full of a grave sorrow than demonstrative of any sympathy on the subjects of their discussion. On Edwin he at times looked with penetrating56 tenderness; and when the bell from the neighboring convent sounded the hour of rest, he stretched out his hand to him with a smile, which he wished should speak of comfort as well as of affection; but the soul spoke57 more eloquently58 than he had intended: his smile was mournful, and the attempt to render it otherwise, like a transient light over a dark sepulcher59, only the more distinctly showed the gloom and melancholy60 within.
“And am I, too, to leave you?” said Edwin.
“Yes, my brother,” replied Wallace; “I have much to do with my own thoughts this night. We separate now to meet more gladly hereafter. I must have solitude61 to arrange my plans. To-morrow you shall know them. Meanwhile farewell!”
As he spoke he pressed the affectionate youth to his breast, and, warmly grasping the hands of his three other friends, bade them an earnest adieu.
Bothwell lingered a moment at the tent-door, and looking back, “Let your first plan be, that to-morrow you lead us to Lord Soulis’ quarters, to teach the traitor62 what it is to be a Scot and a man!”
“My plans shall be deserving of my brave colleagues,” replied Wallace; “and whether they be executed on this or the other side of the Forth, you shall find, my long-tried Bothwell, that Scotland’s peace and the honor of her best sons are the dearest considerations of your friend.”
When the door closed, and Wallace was left alone, he stood for awhile in the midst of the tent, listening to the departing steps of his friends. When the last sound died on his ear, “I shall hear them no more!” cried he; and throwing himself into a seat, he remained for an hour in a trance of grievous thoughts. Melancholy remembrances and prospects63 dire64 for Scotland pressed upon his surcharged heart. “It is to God alone I must confide65 my country!” cried he; “His mercy will pity its madness, and forgive its deep transgressions66. My duty is to remove the object of ruin far from the power of any longer exciting jealousy67 or awakening68 zeal69.” With these words, he took a pen in his hand to write to Bruce.
He briefly70 narrated71 the events which compelled him, if he would avoid the grief of having occasioned a civil war, to quit his country forever. The general hostility72 of the nobles, the unresisting acquiescence73 of the people in measures which menaced his life and sacrificed the freedom for which he had so long fought, convinced him, he said, that his warlike commission was now closed. He was summoned by Heaven to exchange the field for the cloister74; and to the monastery75 at Chartres he was now hastening, to dedicate the remainder of his days to the peace of a future world. He then exhorted76 Bruce to confide in the Lords Ruthven and Bothwell, as his soul would commune with his spirit, for he would find them true unto death. He counseled him, as the leading measure to circumvent77 the treason of Scotland’s enemies, to go immediately to Kilchurn Castle, where he knew resources would be; for Loch-awe, who retired thither78 on the last approach of De Warenne, meaning to call out his vassals79 for that emergency, needed it not then; for the battle of Dalkeith was fought and gained before they could leave their heights, and the victor did not want them afterward80. To use those brave and simple-hearted men for his establishment on the throne of his kingdom, Wallace advised Bruce. And so, amidst the natural fortresses81 of the Highlands, he might recover his health, collect his friends, and openly proclaim himself. “Then,” added he, “when Scotland is your oqn, let its bulwarks be its mountains and its people’s arms. Dismantle82 and raze84 to the ground the castles of those base chiefs who have only embattled them to betray and enslave their country.” Though intent on these political suggestions, he ceased not to remember his own brave engines of war; and he earnestly conjured85 his prince that he would wear the valiant86 Kirkpatrick as a buckler on his heart; that he would place Scrymgeour with his Lanark veterans, and the faithful Grimsby next him as his body-guard; and that he would love and cherish the brave and tender Edwin for his sake. “When my prince and friend receives this,” added he, “Wallace shall have bidden an eternal farewell to Scotland; but his heart will be amidst its hills. My king, and the friends most dear to me will still be there! The earthly part of my beloved wife rests within its bosom87! But I go to rejoin her soul; to meet it in the vigils of days consecrated88 wholly to the blessed Being in whose presence she rejoices forever. This is no sad destiny, my dear Bruce. Our Almighty89 Captain recalls me from dividing with you the glory of maintaining the liberty of Scotland, but he brings me closer to himself: I leave the plains of Gilgal to tread with his angel the courts of my God. Mourn not, then, my absence; for my prayers will be with you till we are again united in the only place where you can fully49 know me as I am — thine and Scotland’s never-dying friend! Start not at the bold epithet90. My body may sink into the grave, but the affections of my immortal91 spirit are eternal as its essence, and, in earth or in heaven, I am ever yours.
“Should the endearing Helen — my heart’s sister — be near your couch when you read this, tell her that Wallace, in idea, presses her virgin92 cheek with a brother’s farewell; and from his inmost soul he blesses her.”
Messages of respectful adieus he sent to Isabella, Lady Ruthven, and the sage93 of Ercildown; and then kneeling down in that posture94, he wrote his last invocations for the prosperity and happiness of Bruce.
This letter finished, with a more tranquil95 mind he addressed Lord Ruthven; detailing to him his reasons for leaving such faithful friends so clandestinely96; and after mentioning his purpose of proceeding97 to France, he ended with those expressions of gratitude23 which the worthy98 chief so well deserved; and exhorting99 him to transfer his public zeal for him to the maguanimous and royal Bruce, closed the letter with begging him, for the sake of his friend, his king, and his country, to return immediately with all his followers to Huntingtower, and there to rally round their prince. His letter to Scrymgeour spoke nearly the same language. But when he began to write to Bothwell, to bid him that farewell which his heart foreboded would be forever in this world — to part from this, his steady companion in arms, his dauntless champion! he lost some of his composure; and his handwriting testified the emotion of his mind. How, then, was he shaken when he addressed the young and devoted100 Edwin, the brother of his soul? He dropped the pen from his hand. At that moment he felt all he was going to relinquish, and he exclaimed, “Oh, Scotland! my ungrateful country; what is it you do? Is it thus that you repay your most faithful servants? Is it not enough that the wife of my bosom, the companion of my youth, should be torn from me by your enemies; but your hand must wrest101 from my bereaved102 heart its every other solace103? You snatch from me my friends; you would deprive me of my life. To preserve you from that crime, I imbitter the cup of death; I go far from the tombs of my fathers-from the grave of my Marion, where I have fondly hoped to rest!” His head sunk on his arm; his heart gave way under the pressure of accumulated regrets, and floods of tears poured from his eyes. Deep and frequent were his sighs — but none answered him. Friendship was far distant; and where was that gentle being who would have soothed104 his sorrow on her bosom? She it was he lamented105. “Dreary106, dreary solitude!” cried he, looking around him with an aghast perception of all that he had lost! “how have I been mocked for these three long years! What is renown107? what the loud acclaim108 of admiring throngs109? what the loud acclaim of admiring throngs? what the bended knees of worshiping gratefulness but breath and vapor110! It seems to shelter the mountain’s top; the blast comes; it rolls from its sides; and the lonely hill is left to all the storm! So stand I, my Marion, when bereft111 of thee. In weal or woe112, thy smiles, thy warm embrace, were mine; my head reclined on that faithful breast, and still I found my home, my heaven. But now, desolate113 and alone, ruin is around me. Destruction waits on all who would steal one pang114 from the racked heart of William Wallace! — even pity is no more for me. Take me, then, O Power of Mercy!” cried he, stretching forth his hands, “take me to Thyself!”
At these words, a peal115 of thunder burst on his ear, and seemed to roll over his tent, till, passing off toward the west, it died away in long and solemn reverberation116. Wallace rose from his knee, on which he had sunk at this awful response to his Heaven-directed adjuration117. “Thou callest me, my Father!” cried he, with a holy confidence dilating118 his soul. “I go from the world to Thee! I come, and before Thy altars know no human weakness.”
In a paroxysm of sacred enthusiasm he rushed from the tent, and, reckless whither he went, struck into the depths of Roslyn woods. With the steps of the wind he pierced their remotest thickets119. He reached their boundary — it was traversed by a rapid stream, but that did not stop his course; he sprung over it, and, ascending120 its moonlight bank, was startled by the sound of his name. Grimsby, attended by a youth, stood before him. The veteran expressed amazement121 at meeting his master alone at this hour, unhelmeted and unarmed, and in so dangerous a direction. “The road,” said he, “between this and Stirling is beset122 with your enemies.” Instead of noticing this information, Wallace inquired what news he brought from Huntingtower. “The worst,” said he. “By this time the royal Bruce is no more!” Wallace gasped123 convulsively, and fell against a tree. Grimsby paused. In a few minutes the heart-struck chief was able to speak. “Listen not to my groans125 for unhappy Scotland!” cried he; “show me all that is in this last vial of wrath.”
Grimsby informed him that Bruce being so far recovered as to have left his sick chamber126 for the family apartment, while he was sitting with the ladies, a letter was brought to Lady Helen. She opened it, read a few lines, and fell senseless into the arms of her sister. Bruce snatched the packet, but not a word did he speak till he had perused127 it to the end. It was from the Countess Strathearn, written in the triumph of revenge, cruelly exulting128 in what she termed the demonstration129 of Wallace’s guilt130; congratulating herself on having been the primary means of discovering it, and boasting that his once adored Scotland now held him in such detestation as to have doomed131 him to die. It was this denunciation which had struck to the soul of Helen; and while the anxious Lady Ruthven removed her inanimate form into another room, Bruce read the barbarous triumphs of this disappointed woman. “No power on earth can save him now,” continued she; “your doting132 heart must yield him, Helen, to another rest than your bridal chamber. His iron breast has met with others as adamantine as his own. A hypcrite! he feels not pity; he knows no beat of human sympathies; and like a rock, he falls, unpitied, undeplored — undeplored by all but you, lost, self-deluded girl! My noble lord, the princely De Warenne, informs me that William Wallace would be burned as a double traitor in England, and a price is now set upon his head in Scotland! hence, there is safety for him no more. Those his base-born heart has outraged shall be avenged133; and his cries for mercy, who will answer? No voice on earth! None dare support the man whom friends and enemies abandon to destruction!”
“Yes,” cried Bruce, starting from his seat, “I will support him, thou damned traitress! Bruce will declare himself! Bruce will throw himself before his friend, and in his breast receive every arrow meant for that godlike heart! Yes,” cried he, glancing on the terrified looks of Isabella, who believed that his delirium134 was returned. “I would snatch him in these arms, from their murderous flames, did all the fiends of hell guard their infernal fire!” Not a word more did he utter, but darting135 from the apartment, was soon seen before the barbican-gate, armed from head to foot. Grimsby stood there, to whom he called to bring him a horse, “for that the Light of Scotland was in danger.” Grimsby, who understood by that term, his beloved master was in peril136, instantly obeyed; and Bruce, as instantly mourning, struck his rowels into the horse, and was out of sight ere Grimsby could reach his stirrup to follow.
But that faithful soldier speeded after him like the win, and came in view of Bruce just as he was leaping a chasm137 in the mountain path. The horse struck his heel against a loose stone, and it giving way, he fell headlong into the deep ravine. At the moment of his disappearance138, Grimsby rushed toward the spot, and saw the animal struggling in the agonies of death at the bottom. Bruce lay insensible, amongst some bushes which grew nearer the top. With difficulty the honest Englishman got him dragged to the surface of the hill; and finding all attempts to recover him ineffectual, he laid him on his own beast, and so carried him slowly back to the castle. The assiduities of the sage of Ercildown restored him to life, but not to recollection. “The fever returned on him, with a delirium, so hopeless of recovery,” continued Grimsby, “that the Lady Helen, who again seems like an inspired angel amongst us, has sent me with this youth to implore139 you to come to Huntingtower, and there embattle yourself against your own and your prince’s enemies.”
“Send me,” cried Walter Hay, grasping Wallace’s hand, “send me back to Lady Helen, and let me tell her that our benefactor140, the best guardian141 of our country, will not abandon us! Should you depart, Scotland’s genius will go with you! again she must sink, again she will be in ruins. De Valence will regain142 possession of my dear lady, and you will not be near to save her.”
“Grimsby, Walter, my friends!” cried Wallace, in an agitated143 voice, “I do not abandon Scotland; she drives me from her. Would she have allowed me, I would have borne her in my arms until my latest gasp124; but it must not be so. I resign her into the Almighty hands, to which I commit myself; they will also preserve the Lady Helen from violence. I cannot forego my trust, for the Bruce also! If he live, he will protect her for my sake; and should he died, Bothwell and Ruthven will cherish her for their own.”
“But you will return with us to Huntingtower,” cried Grimsby. “Disguised in these peasant’s garments, which we have brought for the purpose, you may pass through the legions of the regent with perfect security.”
“Let me implore you, if not for your own sake, for ours! Pity our desolation, and save yourself for them who can know no safety when you are gone!”
Walter clung to his arm while uttering this supplication144. Wallace looked tenderly upon him.
“I would save myself; and I will, please God,” said he; “but by no means unworthy of myself. I go, but not under any disguise. Openly have I defended Scotland, and openly will I pass through her lands. The chalice145 of Heaven consecrated me the champion of my country, and no Scot dare lift a hostile hand against this anointed head.”
The soul of Wallace swelled146 high, but devoutly147, while uttering this.
“Whither you go,” cried Grimsby, “let me follow you, in joy or in sorrow!”
“And me, too, my benefactor!” rejoined Walter, “and when you look on us, think not that Scotland is altogether ungrateful!”
“My faithful friend,” returned he, “whither I go, I must go alone. And as a proof of your love, grant me your obedience this once. Rest amongst these thickets till morning. At sunrise, repair to our camp; there you will know my destination. But till Bruce proclaims himself at the head of the country’s armies, for my sake never reveal to mortal man, that he who lies debilitated148 by sickness at Huntingtower, is other than Sir Thomas de Longueville.”
“Rest we cannot,” replied Grimsby; “but still we will obey our master. You command me to adhere to Bruce; to serve him till the hour of his death! I will — but should he die, then I may seek you, and be again your faithful servant?”
“You will find me before the cross of Christ,” returned Wallace, “with saints my fellow-soldiers, and God my only King! Till then, Grimsby, farewell. Walter, carry my fidelity149 to your mistress. She will share my thoughts, with the Blessed Virgin of Heaven, for in all my prayers shall her name be remembered.”
Grimsby and Walter, struck by the holy solemnity of his manner, fell on their knees before him. Wallace raised his hands:
“Bless, O Father of Light!” cried he, “bless this unhappy land, when Wallace is no more; let his memory be lost in the virtues150 and prosperity of Robert Bruce!”
Grimsby sunk on the earth, and gave way to a burst of manly151 sorrow. Walter hid his weeping face in the folds of his master’s mantle83, which had fallen from his shoulders to the ground. Lost in grief, no thought seemed to exist in the young man’s heart but the resolution to live only for his persecuted152 benefactor; and to express this vow with all the energy of determined devotedness153, he looked up to seek the face of Wallace — but Wallace had disappeared; and all that remained, to the breaking hearts of his faithful servants, was the tartan plaid which they had clasped in their arms.
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