Her once dazzling beauty was now
transformed to a haggard glare--the terrible lightning which gleamed on
the face of Satan, when he sat brooding on the burning marl of Tartarus.
She remained motionless as they advanced. But when Bruce stopped
directly before her, contemplating with horror the woman whom he
regarded as one of the murderers of his most beloved friend, she sprung
at once upon him, and clinging to him, with shrieks buried her head in
his bosom. "Save me! save me!" cried she. "Mar drags me down to hell;
I burn there, and yet I die not!" Then bursting from Bruce, with an
imprecation that froze his blood, she flew to the other side of the
chamber, crying aloud, "Thou hast torn out my heart! Fiend, I took
thee for Wallace--but I murdered him!" Her agonies, her yells, her
attempts at self-violence, were now so dreadful, that Bruce, raising
her bleeding from the hearth on which she had furiously dashed her
head, put her into the arms of the men who attended her, and then, with
an awful sense of Divine retribution, left the apartment.
Chapter LXXXIX.
Bannockburn.
The generality of his prisoners Bruce directed should be kept safe in
the citadel; but to Mobray he gave his liberty, and ordered every means
to facilitate the commodious journey of that brave knight whom he had
requested to convey the insane Lady Strathearn to the protection of her
husband.
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