Edwin's
soul had become not more enamoured of the panoply of war than the
gracious smiles of his admired leader, and at this intelligence he
threw his plans over his brigandine, and placing a swan-plumed bonnet
on his brows, hastened forth to meet his general.
The heights of Craignacoheilg echoed with thronging footsteps, and a
glittering light seemed issuing from her woods, as the rays of the
descending sun glanced on the arms of her assembling warriors.
The thirty followers of Murray appeared just as the two hundred Frasers
entered from an opening in the rocks. Blood mounted into his face as
he compared his inferior numbers and recollected the obligation they
were to repay, and the greater one he was now going to incur. However
he threw the standard worked by Helen on his shoulder, and turning to
Wallace, "Behold," cried he, pointing to his men, "the poor man's mite!
It is great, for it is my all!"
"Great, indeed, brave Murray!" returned Wallace, "for it brings me a
host in yourself."
"I will not disgrace my standard!" said he, lowering the banner-staff
to Wallace. He started when he saw the flowing lock, which he could
not help recognizing.
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