Such was the rest of the youthful Murray, till the shrill notes of a
hundred bugles piercing his ear made him start. He listened; they
sounded again. The morning had fully broke. He sprung from his couch,
hurried on his armor, and snatching up his lance and target, issued
from the tower. Several women were flying past the gate. On seeing
him, they exclaimed, "The Lord Wallace is arrived-his bugles have
sounded-our husbands are returned!"
Murray followed their eager footsteps, and reached the edge of the rock
just as the brave group were ascending. A stranger was also there,
who, from his extreme youth and elegance, he judged must be the young
protector of his clansmen; but he forbore to address him until they
should be presented to each other by Wallace himself.
It was indeed the same. On hearing the first blast of the horn, the
youthful chieftain had hastened from his bed of heath, and buckling on
his brigandine, rushed to the rock; but at the sight of the noble
figure which first gained the summit, the young hero fell back. An
indescribable awe checked his steps, and he stood at a distance, while
Kirkpatrick welcomed the chief, and introduced Lord Andrew Murray.
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