OWING to the multiplicity
of affairs which engaged Wallace’s attention after the capture of
Stirling, the ladies of Mar had not seen him since his first visit to the
citadel. The Countess passed this time in writing her despatches to the
numerous lords of her house, both in Scotland and in England; and by her
subtle arguments she completely persuaded her husband, of the cogency of
putting the names of Lord Athol, and Lord Badenoch, into the list of noble
prisoners he should request.
When this was
proposed to Wallace, he recollected the conduct of Athol at Montrose ; and
being alone with Lord Mar, he made some objections against inviting him
back into the country. But the Earl, who was prepared by his wife to
overcome every obstacle in the way of her kinsman’s return, answered,
"That he believed, from the representations he had received of the
private opinions both of Badenoch and Athol, that their treason was more
against Baliol, than the kingdom; and that now that prince was
irretrievably removed, he understood they would be glad to take a part in
its recovery."
"That may be !the case
with the Earl of Badenoch," replied Wallace, "but something less
friendly to Scotland, must be in the breast of the man who could betray
Lord Douglas into the hands of his enemies."
"So I should
have thought," replied the Earl, "had not the earnestness with
which my wife pleads his cause, convinced me she knows more of his mind
than she chooses to intrust me with; and therefore I suppose his conduct
to Douglas arose from personal pique."
Though these
explanations did not at all raise the absent lords in his esteem, yet to
appear hostile to the return of Lady
Mar’s relations would be a violence to her, which in proportion as
Wallace, shrunk from the guilty affection she was so, eager to lavish on
him, he was averse to committing; wishing, by showing her every proper
consideration, to lead her to apprehend the turpitude of her conduct; by
convincing her that his abhorrence of her advances, had its origin in
principle, rather than from personal repugnance to herself; and so she
might see the foulness of her crime, and be recalled to virtue, he was
therefore not displeased to have this opportunity of obliging her; and as
he hoped that amongst so many warm friends, a few cool ones could not do
much injury, he gave in the names of Badenoch and Athol; with those of
Lord Douglas, Sir William Maitland (the only son of the venerable knight
of Thirlestane), Sir John Monteith, and many other
brave Scots.
For these, the Earls De
Warenne, De Valence, and Montgomery, the Barons Hilton and Blenkinsopp,
and others of note, were to be exchanged. Those of lesser consequence, man
for man, were to be returned for Scots of the same degree.
In arranging
preliminaries to effect the speedy return of the Scots from England (who
must be known to have arrived on the borders, before the English would be
permitted to recross them); in writing despatches on this subject, and on
others of equal moment; had passed the time between the surrender of
Stirling, and the hour when Wallace was called to the plain, to receive
the offered homage of his grateful country.
Impatient to behold
again the objects of her fond machinations, Lady Mar hastened to the
window of her apartment, when the shouts in the streets informed her of
the approach of Wallace. The loud huzzas, accompanied by the acclamations
of "Our Protector and Prince !" seemed already to bind her brows
with her anticipated diadem; and for a
moment, vanity lost the image of love, in the purple with which she
enveloped it.
Her ambitious vision was
disturbed by the crowd rushing forward: the gates were thronged with
people of every age and sex; and Wallace himself appeared, on his white
charger, with his helmet off, bowing and smiling upon the populace. There
was a mild effulgence in his eye; a divine benevolence in his countenance,
as his parted lips showed the brightness of his smile; which seemed to
speak of happiness within, of joy to all around. She hastily snatched a
chaplet of flowers from her head, and threw it from the window. Wallace
looked up; his bow, and his smile, were then directed to her but they were
altered. The moment he met the gratulation of her eager eyes, he
remembered what would have been the soft welcome of his Marion’s, under
the like circumstance! But that tender eye was closed; that ear was shut;
to whom he would have wished these plaudits to have given rapture,—and
they were now as nothing to him. The Countess saw not what was passing in
his mind, but kissing her hand to him, disappeared from the window when he
entered the palace.
Another eye besides Lady
Mar’s, had witnessed the triumphant entry of Wallace. Triumphant in the
true sense of the word; for he came a victor over the hearts of men; he
came, not attended by his captives won in the war, but by the people he
had blessed; by throngs calling him preserver, father, friend, and prince!
By every title which can inspire the soul of man with the happy
consciousness of fulfilling his embassy here below.
Helen
was this witness. She had passed the long interval, since she had seen
Wallace, in the state of one in a dream. The glance had been so transient,
that every succeeding hour seemed to lessen the evidence of her senses,
that she had really beheld him. It appeared impossible to her, that the
man whom her thoughts had hitherto dwelt on as
the widowed husband of Marion, as the hero whom sorrow had wholly
dedicated to patriotism and to heaven, would ever awaken in her breast,
feelings, which would seem to break like a sacrilegious host, upon the
holy consecration of his. Once, she had contemplated his idea with the
pensive impressions of one leaning over the grave of a hero and she could
then turn, as if emerging from the glooms of sepulchral monuments to upper
day, to the image of her unknown knight! she could then blamelessly
recollect the matchless graces of his figure; the noble soul that breathed
from his every word and action; the sweet, though thoughtful, serenity
that sat on his brow! "There," whispered she to herself,
"are the lofty meditations of a royal mind, devising the freedom of
his people. When that is effected, how will the perfect sunshine break out
from that face! Alit how blest must Scotland be under his reign, when all
will be light, virtue, and joy !" Bliss hovered like an angel, over
the image of this imaginary; Bruce; while sorrow, in mourning weeds,
seemed ever dropping tears, when any circumstance recalled that of the
real Wallace.
Such was the state of Helen’s
thoughts, when in the moment of her beholding the chief of Ellerslie in
the citadel, she recognised, in his expected melanchbly form, the
resplendent countenance of him whom she supposed the Prince of Scotland.—That
two images so opposite, should at once unite; that in one bosom, should be
mingled all the virtues, she had believed peculiar to each; struck her
with overwhelming amazement. But when she recovered from her short swoon,
and found Wallace at her feet; when she felt that all the devotion her
heart had hitherto paid to the simple idea of virtue alone, would now be
attracted to that glorious mortal, in whom all human excellence appeared
summed up ; she trembled under an emotion that seemed to rob her of
herself; and place a new principle of being within her.
All was so extraordinary,
so unlooked for, so bewildering, that from the moment in which she had
retired in such a paroxysm of highly-wrought feelings from her first
interview in the gallery with him, she became altogether like a person in
a trance; and hardly answering her aunt, when she then led her up the
stairs, only complained she was ill, and threw herself upon a couch.
At the very time that her
heart told her, in a language she could not misunderstand, that she
irrevocably loved this too glorious, too amiable Wallace; it as powerfully
denounced to he; that she had devoted herself to one, who must ever be to
her as a being of air. No word of sympathy, would ever: whisper felicity
to her heart; no— the flame that was within her (which she found would
be immortal, as the vestal fires which resembled its purity,) must burn
there unknown; hidden, but not smothered.
"Were this a canonized
saint," cried she as she laid her throbbing head upon her pillow,
"how gladly should I feel these emotions! For, could I not fall down
and worship him? Could I not think it a world of bliss, to live for ever
within the influence of his virtues: looking at him, listening to him,
rejoicing in his praises, happy in his happiness! Yes, though I were a
peasant girl, and he not know that Helen Mar even existed! And I may live
thus," said she; "and I may steal some portion of the rare lot
that was Lady Marion’s, to die for such a man! Ah, could I be in Edwin’s
place; and wait upon his smiles! But that may not be: I am a woman, and
formed to suffer in silence and seclusion. But even at a distance, brave
Wallace, my spirit shall watch over you in the form of this Edwin; I will
teach him a double care of the light of Scotland, and my prayers also,
shall follow you; so that when we meet in heaven, the blessed Virgin shall
say with what hosts of angels, her intercessions, through my vigils, have
surrounded thee!"
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