"
With swimming eyes Edwin drew toward his master. "My uncle would
sleep," said he; "he is exhausted, and will recall us when he wakes
from rest." The eyes of the veteran were at that moment closed with
heavy slumber. Lady Ruthven remained with the countess to watch by
him; and Wallace, gently withdrawing, was followed by Ruthven and the
two young men out of the apartment.
Lord Lochawe, with the Bishop of Dunkeld, and other chiefs, lay in
different chambers, pierced with many wounds; but none so grievous as
those of Lord Mar. Wallace visited them all, and having gone through
the numerous places in the neighborhood, then made quarters for his
wounded men. At the gloom of evening he returned to Falkirk. He sent
Edwin forward to inquire after the repose of his uncle; but on himself
re-entering the monastery, he requested the abbot to conduct him to the
apartment in which the remains of Sir John Graham were deposited. The
father obeyed; leading him along a dark passage, he opened a door, and
discovered the slain hero lying on a bier. Two monks sat at its head,
with tapers in their hands. Wallace waved them to withdraw; they set
down the lights and departed.
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