The well-known sounds
of his voice made Wallace start from his pillow, and extend his arms to
receive him.
"Murray! My brave, invaluable Murray!" cried he, "thou art welcome once
more to the side of thy brother in arms. Thee and thine must ever be
first in my heart!"
The young Lord Bothwell returned his warm embrace in silent eloquence;
but sitting down by Wallace's couch, he grasped his hand, and pressing
it to his breast, said, "I feel a happiness here which I have never
known since the day of Falkirk. You quitted us, Wallace, and all good
seemed gone with you, or buried in my father's grave. But you return!
You bring conquest and peace with you, you restore our Helen to her
family, you bless us with yourself! And shall you not see again the
gay Andrew Murray? It must be so, my friend, melancholy is not my
climate, and I shall now live in your beams."
"Dear Murray!" returned Wallace, "this generous enthusiasm can only be
equaled by my joy in all that makes you and Scotland happy."
He then proceeded to confide to him all that related to Bruce; and to
describe the minutiae of those plans for his establishment, which had
only been hinted in his letters from France.
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