THE marshals with difficulty interrupted the
mortal attack, which the enemies and friends of Wallace made on each
other; several of the Cummins were maimed; Lord Athol himself was severely
wounded by Kirkpatrick; but the treacherous Regent gladly saw that none on
his side were hurt unto death. With horrid menaces, the two parties
separated; the one, to the Regent’s apartments: the other to the camp of
Wallace.
Lord Bothwell found him encircled by his veterans; in whose breasts he
was trying to allay the storm raging there against the injustice of the
Regent, and the ingratitude of the Scottish Lords. At sight of the young
and ardent Bothwell, their clamour to be led instantly to revenge the
indignity offered to their general, redoubled; and Murray, not less
incensed, turning to them exclaimed,—"Yes, my friends, keep quiet
for a few hours, and then, what honour commands, we will do!" At this
assurance they retired to their quarters; and Bothwell turned with Wallace
into his tent.
"Before you utter a word concerning the present, scenes,"
cried Wallace, "tell me, how is the hope of Scotland? the only
earthly stiller of these horrid tumnults! —"Alas! replied
Bothwell. "After regaining, by a valour worthy of his destiny, every
fortress north of the Forth, his last and greatest achievement, was making
himself master of Scone; but in storming its walls, a fragment
of stone falling heavily, terribly rent the muscles of his breast; and now—woe
to Scotland!—-he now lies at Hunting-tower reduced to infant weakness.
All this you would have known, had you received his letters; but villany
must have been widely at work; for none of yours have reached his
hands." This intelligence respecting Bruce, was a more mortal blow to
Wallace, than all he had just sustained in his own person. He remained
silent; but his mind was thronged with thoughts. Was Scotland to be indeed
lost?—Was all that he had suffered, and achieved, to have been done in
vain? and should he be fated to behold her again made a sacrifice to the
jealous rivalry of her selfish and contending nobles?
Bothwell continued to speak
of the Prince; and added, that it was with reluctance he had left him,
even to share the anticipated success at Berwick. But Bruce, impatient to
learn the issue of the siege (as still no letters arrived from that
quarter,) had dispatched him back to the borders. At Dunfermline, he was
stricken with horror by the information, that treason had been alleged
against Wallace; and turning his steps westward, he flew to give that
support to his friend’s innocence, which the malignity of his enemies
might render needful.
"The moment I heard
how you were beset," continued Bothwell, "I despatched a
messenger to Lord Ruthven, warning him not to alarm Bruce with such
tidings, but to send hither, all the spare forces in Perthshire, to
maintain you in your rights."—"No force, my dear Bothwell,
must be used, to hold me in a power, which now would only keep alive a
spirit of discord in my country. If I dare apply the words of my Divine
Master, I would say, I came, not to bring a sword, but peace to the people
of Scotland! Then, if they are weary of me, let me go. Bruce will recover;
they will rally round his standard, and all will be well." "Oh,
Wallace! Wallace!" cried Bothwell; " the scene I have this day
witnessed, is enough to wake a traitor of me. I could forswear my
insensible country; I could immolate its ungrateful chieftains, on those
very lands, which your generous arm restored to these worthless men!"
He threw himself into a seat, and leaned his burning forehead against his
hand.—"Cousin, you declare my sentiments;" rejoined Edwin;
"my soul can never again associate with these sons of Envy. I cannot
recognise a countryman in any one of them; and, should Sir William Wallace
quit a land so unworthy of his virtues, where he goes, I will go; his
asylum shall be my country, and Edwin Ruthven will forget that he ever was
a Scot."
"Never," cried
Wallace, turning on him one of those looks which struck conviction into
the heart. "Is man more just than God? Though a thousand of
your countrymen offend you by their crimes, yet while there remains one
honest Scot,—for his sake, and his posterity, it is your duty to be a
patriot. A nation is one great family; and every individual in it, is as
much bound to promote the general rnood, as a brother, or a father, to
maintain the welfare of his nearest kindred. And if the transgression of
one son, be no excuse for the omission of another; in like manner, the
ruin - these turbulent Lords, would bring upon Scotland, is no excuse for
your desertion of her interest. I would not leave the helm of my country,
did she not thrust me from it; but though cast by her into the waves,
would you not blush for your friend, should he wish her other than a
peaceful haven?" Edwin spoke not, but putting the hand of Wallace to
his lips, left the tent. "Oh?" cried Bothwell, looking after
him, "that the breast of woman had but half that boy’s tenderness!
And yet, all of that dangerous sex are not like this hyena-hearted Lady
Strathearn. Tell me, my friend, did she not, when she disappeared so
strangely from Hunting-tower, fly to you? I now suspect, from certain
remembrances, that she, and the Green Knight, are one and the same
person. Acknowledge it, and I will unmask her at once to the court she
has deceived." "She has deceived no one," replied Wallace.
"Before she spoke, the members of that court were determined to brand
me with guilt; and her charge, merely supplied the place of others, which
they would have devised against me. Whatever she may be, my dear Bothwell,
for the sake of him whose name she once bore, let us not expose her to
open shame. Her love, or her hatred are alike indifferent to me now; for,
to neither of them do I owe that innate malice of my countrymen, which has
only made her calumny the occasion of manifesting their resolution to make
me infamous. But that, my friend, is beyond her compass.—I have done,
my duty to Scotland; and that conviction must live in every honest
heart; ay, and with the dishonest too; for did they not fear my integrity,
they would not have thought
it necessary to deprive me of power. Heaven shield our Prince !—I dread
that Badenoch’s next shaft may be at him !"—"No," cried Bothwell, "all
is levelled at
his best friend. In a low voice, I taxed the Regent with
disloyalty, for permitting this outrage on you; and his basely envious
answer was: Wallace’s removal is Bruce’s security: ‘who wilt
acknowledge him, when they know that this man is his dictator?" Wallace sighed at this reply, which only confirmed
him in his resolution; and he told Bothwell that he saw no alternative, if
he wished to still the
agitations of his country, and preserve its Prince from premature
discovery, but to indeed remove the subject of all these contentions from
their sight. "Attempt it not I" exclaimed Bothwell; propose but
a step towards that end, and you will
determine me to avenge my country, at the peril of my own life, on all
in that accursed assembly, who have menaced yours!" In short, the
young Earl’s denunciations were so earnest against the Lords in Stirling, that Wallace, thinking it dangerous to exasperate
him further, consented to remain in his camp, till the arrival of Ruthven
should bring him the advantage
of his counsel.
The issue showed that Bothwell was not
mistaken. The majority of the
Scottish nobles envied Wallace his glory, and hated him for that virtue,
which drew the eyes of the
people to compare
him with their selfish courses. The Regent, hoping to become the first in
Bruce's favour, was not less urgent to ruin the man who -so
deservedly stood the highest in that Prince’s esteem. He had therefore entered
warmly into the project of Lady Strathearn. But when, during a secret
conference between them,
previous to her open charge of Wallace, she named Sir Thomas de
Longueville as one of his foreign emissaries, Cummin observed, "If
you would have your accusation succeed, do not mention that knight at all.
He is my friend. He is now ill near Perth, and must know nothing of this
affair till it be over. Should he live, be will nobly thank you for your
forbearance; should he die, I will repay you, as becomes your nearest
kinsman." All were thus united, in one determined effort, to hurl Wallace from his station in the state—But
when they believed that done, they quarrelled amongst themselves, in
deciding who was to fill the great military office which his prowess had
now rendered a post rather of honour than of danger.
In the midst of these feuds, Sir Simon Fraser abruptly
apppared in the
council-hall. His countenance proclaimed his tidings. Lennox and
Loch-awe, (who had duly attended, in hopes of bringing over some of the
more pliable chiefs to embrace
the cause of justice,) listened, with something like exultation, to his
suddenly disastrous information. When the English governor at Berwick
learnt, the removal of Wallace from his command, and the consequent
consternation of the Scottish troops; instead of surrendering at sunset as
was expected, he sallied out at the head of the whole garrison, and
attacking the Scots by surprise gave them a total defeat. Every outpost
around the town was retaken by the Southrons; the army of Fraser was cut
to pieces or put to flight; and himself now arrived in Stirling, smarting
with many a wound, but more under his dishonour, to show to the Regent of
Scotland, the evil of having superseded the only man whom the enemy
feared. The council stood in silence, staring on each other: and, to add
to their dismay, Fraser had hardly completed his narration, before a
messenger from Tiviotdale arrived, to inform the Regent, that King Edward
was himself within a few miles of the Cheviots; and from the recovered
position of Berwick, must have even now poured his thousands over those
hills upon the plains beneath. While all in the citadel was indecision,
tumult and alarm, Lennox hastened to Wallace’s camp with the news.
Lord Ruthven, and the
Perthshire chiefs, were already there. They had arrived early in the
morning, but with unpromising tidings of Bruce. The state of his wound had
induced a constant delirium.—But still Wallace clung to the hope, that
his country was not doomed to perish; that its Prince’s recovery was
only protracted in the midst of this anxiety, Lennox entered; and relating
what he had just heard, turned the whole current of his auditors ideas.
Wallace started from his seat. His hand mechanically caught up his sword,
which lay upon the table. Lennox gazed at him with animated veneration:
"There is not a man in the citadel," cried he, "who does
not appear at his wit’s end, and incapable of facing this often-beaten
foe. Will you, Wallace, again condescend to save a country, that has
treated you so ungratefully?"—"I would die in its
trenches!" cried the chief,—with a generous
forgiveness of all his injuries, suffusing his magnanimous heart.
Lord Loch-awe soon after
appeared; and corroborating the testimony of Lennox, added, that on the
Regent’s sending word to the troops on the south of Stirling, that in
consequence of the treason of Sir William Wallace, the supreme command was
taken from him; and they must immediately march out, under the orders of
Sir Simon Fraser, to face a new incursion of the enemy; they began to
murmur among themselves, saying, that since Wallace was found to be a
traitor, they knew not whom to trust; but certainly it should not be a
beaten general. With these whisperings, they slid away from their
standards; and when Loch-awe left them, were dispersing on all sides, like
an already discomfited army.
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