Having found his
wound, the priests laid him on the ground; and were administering their
balsams, when Helen opened her eyes. Her mind was too strongly
possessed with the horror which had entered it before she became
insensible, to lose the consciousness of her fears; and immediately
looking around with an aghast countenance, her sight met the
outstretched body of Wallace. "Oh! is it so?" cried she, throwing
herself into the bosom of her father. He understood what she meant.
"He lives, my child! but he is wounded like yourself. Have courage;
revive, for his sake and for mine!"
"Helen! Helen! dear Helen!" cried Murray, clinging to her hand; "while
you live, what that loves you can die?"
While these acclamations surrounded her couch, Edwin, in speechless
apprehension, supported the insensible head of Wallace; and De Warenne,
inwardly execrating the perfidy of De Valence, knelt down to assist the
good friars in their office.
A few minutes longer, and the staunched blood refluxing to the
chieftain's heart, he too opened his eyes; and instantly turning on his
arm-"What has happened to me? Where is Lady Helen?" demanded he.
At his voice, which aroused Helen, who, believing that he was indeed
dead, was relapsing into her former state; she could only press her
father's hand to her lips, as if he had given the life she so valued,
and bursting into a shower of relieving tears, breathed out her
rapturous thanks to God.
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