I then studied the arts of peace; that is
over; and now the passion of my soul revives. When the mind is bent on
one object only, all becomes clear that leads to it; zeal, in such
cases, is almost genius."
Soon after these observations, it was admitted that Wallace might
attend Lord mar and his family on the morrow to the Isle of Bute.
When the dawn broke, he arose from his heather bed in the great tower;
and having called forth twenty of the Bothwell men to escort their
lord, he told Ireland he should expect to have a cheering account of
the wounded on his return.
"But to assure the poor fellows," rejoined the honest soldier, "that
something of yourself still keeps watch over them. I pray you leave me
the sturdy sword with which you won Dumbarton. It shall be hung up in
their sight,** and a good soldier's wound will heal by looking on it."
**This tower, within the fortress of Dumbarton, is still called
Wallace's tower; and a sword is shown there as the one that belonged to
Wallace.
Wallace smiled. "Were it our holy King David's we might expect such a
miracle. But you are welcome to it; and here let it remain till I take
it hence.
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