Bear it to him; and when he is summoned
to his heavenly throne, then let his heart and mine fill up one urn.
To Lord Ruthven, to Bothwell, to Lockhart, to Scrymgeour, and to
Kirkpatrick I give my prayers and blessings."
**This bequest of Wallace is a fact.
Here Wallace paused. Helen had listened to him with a holy attention,
which hardly allowed a sigh to breathe from her steadfast heart. She
spoke, but the voice was scarcely audible.
"And what for him who loves you dearer than life--for Edwin? He cannot
be forgotten!"
Wallace started at this; then she was ignorant of the death of that
too-faithful friend! In a hurrying accent he replied, "Never
forgotten! Oh, Helen. I asked for him life; and Heaven gave him long
life, even forever and ever!"
Helen's eyes met his, with a look of inquiry:
"That would mean he is gone before you?"
The countenance of Wallace answered her.
"Happy Edwin!" cried she, and the tears rained over her cheeks as she
bent her head on her arms. Wallace continued--
"He laid down his life to preserve mine in the hovel of Lumloch. The
false Monteith could get no Scot to lay hands on their true defender;
and even the foreign ruffians he brought to the task might have spared
the noble boy, but an arrow from the traitor himself pierced his heart.
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