A messenger, meanwhile, was sent into the citadel to
apprise De Valence and the Governor Cressingham of the assault. The
interior gates now sent forth thousands to the walls; but in proportion
to the numbers which approached, the greater was the harvest of death
prepared for the terrible arm of Wallace, whose tremendous war wolves
throwing prodigious stones, and lighter springalls, casting forth
brazen darts, swept away file after file of the reinforcements. It
grieved the noble heart of the Scottish commander to see so many
valiant men urged to inevitable destruction; but still they advanced,
and that his own might be preserved they must fall. To shorten the
bloody contest, his direful weapons were worked with redoubled energy;
and so mortal a shower fell that the heavens seemed to rain iron. The
crushed and stricken enemy, shrinking under the mighty tempest, forsook
their ground.
The ramparts deserted, Wallace sprung from his tower upon the walls.
At that moment De Valence opened one of the gates; and, at the head of
a formidable body, charged the nearest Scots. A good soldier is never
taken unawares, and Murray and Graham were prepared to receive him.
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