"To-morrow we quit these dishonoring wall," cried he to himself: "but
ere I leave them, if there be power in gold, or strength in my arm, he
shall die!"
Chapter XLI.
The State Prison.
The regent's re-entrance into the citadel of Stirling, being on the
evening preceding the day he had promised should see the English lords
depart for their country, De Warenne, as a mark of respect to a man
whom he could not but regard with admiration, went to the barbican-gate
to bid him welcome.
Wallace appeared; and as the cavalcade of noble Southrons who had
lately commanded beyond the Tay, followed him, Murray glanced his eye
around, and said with a smile to De Warenne, "You see, sir earl, how we
Scots keep our word!" and then he added, "you leave Stirling to-morrow,
but these remain till Lord Douglas opens their prison-doors."
"I cannot but acquiesce in the justice of your commander's
determination," returned De Warenne, "and to comfort these gentlemen
under their captivity, I can only tell them that if anything can
reconcile them to the loss of liberty, it is being the prisoners of Sir
William Wallace."
After having transferred his captives to the charge of Lord Mar,
Wallace went alone to the chamber of Montgomery, to see whether the
state of his wounds would allow him to march on the morrow.
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