To enforce this supplication, he threw himself off his horse, and,
with protestations of a fidelity that trampled on all comfort he should
ever know in his now degraded country. "Once I saw Scotland's steady
champion, the brave Douglas, rifled from her shores! Do not then doom
me to a second grief, bitterer than the first; do not you yourself
drive me from the side of her last hero! Ah! let me behold you,
companion of my school-days, friend, leader, benefactor! till the sea
wrests you forever from my eyes!" Exhausted and affected, Wallace gave
his hand to Monteith; the tear of gratitude stood in his eye. He
looked affectionately from Monteith to Edwin, from Edwin to Monteith:
"Wallace shall yet live in the memory of the trusty of this land! you,
my friend, prove it. I go richly forth, for the hearts of good men are
my companions."
As they journeyed along the devious windings of the Clyde, and saw at a
distance the aspiring turrets of Rutherglen, Edwin pointed to them, and
said, "From that church a few months ago did you dictate a conqueror's
terms to England."
"And now that very England makes me a fugitive," returned Wallace.
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