She yearned to know that he
yet lived. At the thought of the probability of his having fallen in
some of these desperate conflicts, her soul seemed to gasp for
existence; and dropping her head on her cousin's shoulder, "Tell me,
Andrew," said she, and there she paused, with an emotion for which she
could not account to herself.
"Of what would my sweet cousin inquire?" asked Murray, partaking her
agitation.
"Nothing particular," said she, covered with blushes; "but did you
fight alone in these battles? Did no other knight but Sir William
Wallace?"
"Many, dearest Helen," returned Murray, enraptured at a solicitude
which he appropriated to himself. "Many knights joined our arms. All
fought in a manner worthy of their leader, and thanks to Heaven, none
have fallen."
"Thanks, indeed," cried Helen; and with a hope she dared hardly whisper
to herself, of seeing the unknown knight in the gallant train of the
conqueror, she falteringly said, "Now, Andrew, lead me to my father."
Murray would perhaps have required a second bidding, had not Lord Mar,
impatient to see his daughter, appeared with the countess at the door
of the apartment.
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