"
"I cannot ask you how you came by that armor; but if you be yet a Scot
throw it off and follow me."
"Not to Ellerslie, my lord," cried he; "it has been plundered and
burned to the ground by the Governor of Lanark."
"Then," exclaimed Wallace, striking his breast, "are the remains of my
beloved Marion forever ravished from my eyes? Insatiate monster!"
"He is Scotland's curse," cried the veteran of Largs. "Forward, my
lord, in mercy to your country's groans!"
Wallace had now mounted the craig which overlooked Ellerslie. His once
happy home had disappeared, and all beneath lay a heap of smoking
ashes. He hastened from the sight, and directing the point of his
sword with a forceful action toward Lanark, re-echoed with supernatural
strength, "Forward!"
With the rapidity of lightning his little host flew over the hills,
reached the cliffs which divided them from the town, and leaped down
before the outward trench of the castle of Lanark. In a moment Wallace
sprung so feeble a barrier; and with a shout of death, in which the
tremendous slogan of his men now joined, he rushed upon the guard that
held the northern gate.
Here slept the governor.
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