Eastward of Perth,
almost every castle of consequence is yet filled by the Southrons, whom
the folly of James Cummin allowed to reoccupy the places whence you had
so lately driven them. I go to root them out; to emulate in the north,
what you are now doing in the south! You shall see me again when the
banks of the Spey are as free as you have made the Forth. In all this
I am yet Thomas de Longueville. Isabella, the sweet soother of my
hours, knows me as no other; for would she not despise the unfamed
Bruce? To deserve and win her love as De Longueville, and to marry her
as King of Scotland, is the fond hope of your friend and brother,
Robert ---. God speed me, and I shall send you dispatches of my
proceedings."
Wallace had just made a successful attack upon the outworks of Berwick,
when this letter was put into his hand. He was surrounded by his
chieftains; and having read it, he informed them that Sir Thomas de
Longueville was going to the Spey to rid its castles of the enemy.
"The hopes of his enterprising spirit," continued Wallace, "are so
seconded by his determination, I doubt not that what he promises, God
and the justice of our cause will perform; and we may soon expect to
hear Scotland has no enemies in her Highlands.
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