" Isabella, for it was she, covered her face to conceal her
emotions.
"Dear lady," said Wallace, "these venerable heroes were both known to
and beloved by me. And now that Heaven has resumed them to itself, as
the last act of friendship that I, perhaps, may be fated to pay to
their offspring, I shall convey you to that sister whose matchless
heart yearns to receive so dear a consolation."
To disengage Isabella's thoughts from the afflicting remembrances, now
bathing her fair cheeks with tears, Ercildown put a cup, of the mingled
juice of herbs, into her hand, and commissioned her to give it to their
invalid. Wallace now learned that his friend's wound was not only in
the head, accompanied by a severe concussion, but that it must be many
days before he could remove him from his bed without danger. Anxious
to release him from even the scarcely breathed whispers of his martial
companions, who stood at some distance from his couch, Wallace
immediately proposed leaving him to rest, and beckoning the chiefs,
they followed him out of the apartment.
On the following morning he was aroused at daybreak by the abrupt
entrance of Andrew Lord Bothwell into his tent.
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