"
"But you will return with us to Huntingtower," cried Grimsby.
"Disguised in these peasant's garments, which we have brought for the
purpose, you may pass through the legions of the regent with perfect
security."
"Let me implore you, if not for your own sake, for ours! Pity our
desolation, and save yourself for them who can know no safety when you
are gone!"
Walter clung to his arm while uttering this supplication. Wallace
looked tenderly upon him.
"I would save myself; and I will, please God," said he; "but by no
means unworthy of myself. I go, but not under any disguise. Openly
have I defended Scotland, and openly will I pass through her lands.
The chalice of Heaven consecrated me the champion of my country, and no
Scot dare lift a hostile hand against this anointed head."
The soul of Wallace swelled high, but devoutly, while uttering this.
"Whither you go," cried Grimsby, "let me follow you, in joy or in
sorrow!"
"And me, too, my benefactor!" rejoined Walter, "and when you look on
us, think not that Scotland is altogether ungrateful!"
"My faithful friend," returned he, "whither I go, I must go alone. And
as a proof of your love, grant me your obedience this once.
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