"Omnipotent virtue!" exclaimed Wallace to himself; "if it were possible
that thy generous spirit could animate the breast of an invading
conqueror, how soon would the vanquished cease to forget their former
freedom, and learn to love their vassalage! This man's nobleness, how
soon has it quenched the flame of vengeance with which, when I ascended
this tree, I prayed for the extirpation of every follower of Edward!"
"Sir William! my master!" cried a well-known voice, in a suppressed
tone, as if still fearful of being overheard. It was Halbert's.
"Speak, my dear lord; are you safe?"
"In heart and body!" returned Wallace, sliding from the tree, and
leaping on the ground. "One only of the arrows touched me; and that
merely striking my bugle, fell back amongst the leaves. I must now
hasten to the dearest, the noblest of women!"
Halbert begged him to stay till they should hear the retreat from the
English trumpets. "Till their troops are out of sight," added he, "I
cannot believe you safe."
"Hark!" cried Wallace, "the horses are now descending the craig. That
must satisfy you, honest Halbert." With these words he flew across the
grass, and entering the house, met the returning Marion, who had just
bade farewell to Hambledon.
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