Oh, make me that in his eyes which you would wish, and I will adore
you on my knees?"
The door opened at this moment, and Lord Ruthven entered. The tears
she was profusely shedding on the bosom of his son, he attributed to
some conversation she might be holding respecting her deceased lord,
and taking her hand, he told her he came to propose her immediate
removal from the scene of so many horrors.
"My dear sister," said he, "I will attend you as far as Perth. After
that, Edwin shall be your guard to Braemar, and my Janet will stay with
you there till time has softened your griefs."
Lady Mar looked at him.
"And where will be Sir William Wallace?"
"Here," answered Ruthven. "Some considerations, consequent to his
receiving the French dispatches, will hold him some time longer south
of the Forth."
Lady Mar shook her head doubtfully, and reminded him that the chiefs in
the citadel had withheld the dispatches.
Lord Ruthven then informed her that, unknown to Wallace, Lord Loch-awe
had summoned the most powerful of his friends then near Stirling, and
attended by them, was carried on a littler into the citadel. It
entered the council-hall, and from that bed of honorable wounds, he
threatened the assembly with instant vengeance from his troops without,
unless they would immediately swear fealty to Wallace, and compel
Badenoch to give up the French dispatches.
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