Chapter LXX.
Berwick.
While Wallace, accompanied by his brave friends, was thus carrying all
before him from the Grampian to the Cheviot Hills, Bruce was rapidly
recovering. His eager wishes seemed to heal his wounds, and on the
tenth day after the departure of Wallace, he left the couch which had
been beguiled of its irksomeness by the smiling attentions of the
tender Isabella. The ensuing Sabbath beheld him still more restored,
and having imparted his intentions to the Lords Ruthven and Douglas,
who were both with him, the next morning he joyfully buckled on his
armor. Isabella, when she saw him thus clad, started, and the roses
left her cheek. "I am armed to be your guide to Huntingtower," said
he, with a look that showed her he read her thoughts. He then called
for pen and ink, to write to Wallace. The reassured Isabella,
rejoicing in the glad beams of his brightening eyes, held the standish.
As he dipped his pen, he looked at her with a grateful tenderness that
thrilled her soul, and made her bend her blushing face to hide emotions
which whispered bliss in every beat of her happy heart. Thus, with a
spirit wrapped in felicity, for victory hailed him from without, and
love seemed to woo him to the dearest transports within, he wrote the
following letter to Wallace:
"I am now well, my best friend! This day I attend my lovely nurse,
with her venerable guardian, to Huntingtower.
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