On his brows, my dear Graham, we must hope one day to
see the crown."
"Then only as your heir, my lord regent," interrupted Maxwell; "for
while you live, I can answer for it that no Scot will acknowledge any
other ruler."
"I will first eat my own sword," cried Kirkpatrick.
At this moment the portcullis of the gate was raised, and Maxwell
falling back to make way for the regent, Wallace had not time to answer
a sentiment, now so familiar to him by hearing it from every grateful
heart, that he hardly remarked its tendency, a fact the more easily to
be believed, from the ambition of such reward never receiving
acceptance in his well-principled mind.
Ever pressing toward establishing the happiness of his country, he
hastened over the splendid repast that was prepared for him; and
dispensing with the ceremonials with which the zeal of Maxwell sought
to display his respect for the virtues and station of his commander, he
retired with Graham to write dispatches, and to apportion shares of the
spoil to the necessities of the provinces. In these duties, his
wakeful eye was kept open the greatest part of the night. They for
whom he labored slept securely! That thought was rest to him.
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