"His name?" demanded Wallace.
"He refused to tell it," replied Grimsby, "and wears his beaver shut."
Wallace looked around with a glance that inquired whether the stranger
should be admitted.
"Certainly," said Bruce, "but first put on your mask."
Wallace closed his visor, and the moment after Grimsby reentered, with
a knight of elegant mien, habited in a suit of green armor, linked with
gold. He wore a close helmet, from which streamed a long feather, of
the same hue. Wallace rose at his entrance; the stranger advanced to
him.
"You are he whom I seek. I am a Scot, and a man of few words. Accept
my services, allow me to attend you in this war, and I will serve you
faithfully."
Wallace replied: "And who is the brave knight to whom Sir Guy de
Longueville must owe so great an obligation?"
"My name," answered the stranger, "shall not be revealed till he who
now wears that of the Reaver proclaims his own in the day of victory.
I know you, sir, but your secret is as safe with me as in your own
breast. Place me to fight by your side, and I am yours forever."
Wallace was surprised, but not confounded by this speech. "I have only
one question to ask you, noble stranger," replied he, "before I confide
a cause dearer to me than life in your integrity.
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