Montgomery pointed to the horse. Bruce grasped the hand
of his faithful conductor. "I go, Montgomery," said he, "to my
kingdom. But its crown shall never clasp my brows till the remains of
Wallace return to their country. And whether peace or the sword
restore them to Scotland, still shall a king's, a brother's friendship
unite my heart to Gloucester and to you." While speaking he vaulted
into his saddle, and receiving the cordial blessings of Montgomery,
touched his good steed with his pointed rowels, and was out of sight in
an instant.
Chapter LXXXVII.
Scotland -- Dumfries.
About the hour of twilight on the tenth day after Bruce had cast his
last look on the capital of England--that scene of his long captivity
under the spell of delusion, that theater of his family's disgrace, of
his own eternal regrets--he crossed the little stream which marked the
oft-contended barrier-land of the two kingdoms. He there checked the
headlong speed of his horse, and having alighted to give it breath,
walked by its side, musing on the different feelings with which he now
entered Scotland, from the buoyant emotions with which he had sprung on
its shore at the beginning of the year.
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