Part 27 (2/2)
Wallace looked steadfastly at the young preacher. ”'Out of the mouths of babes we shall hear wisdom!' Thine, dear Edwin, I will lay to heart. Thou shalt comfort me when my hermit-soul shuts out all the world besides.”
”Then I am indeed your brother!” cried the happy youth; ”admit me but to your heart, and no fraternal, no filial tie, shall be more strongly linked than mine.”
”What tender affections I can spare from those resplendent regions,”
answered Wallace, pointing to the skies, ”are thine. The fervors of my once ardent soul are Scotland's, or I die. But thou art too young, my brother,” added he, interrupting himself, ”to understand all his feelings, all the seeming contradictions, of my contending heart.”
”Not so,” answered Edwin, with a modest blush; ”what was Lady Marion's, you now devote to Scotland. The blaze of those affections which were hers, would consume your being, did you not pour it forth on your country. Were you not a patriot, grief would prey upon your life.”
”You have read me, Edwin,” replied Wallace; ”and that you may never love to idolatry, learn this also. Though Scotland lay in ruins, I was happy; I felt no captivity while in Marion's arms; even oppression was forgotten when she made the sufferer's tears cease to flow. She absorbed my thoughts, my wishes, my life!-and she was wrested from me, that I might feel myself a slave, that the iron might enter into my soul, with which I was to pull down tyranny, and free my country. Mark the sacrifice, young man,” cried Wallace, starting on his feet; ”it now even smokes, and the flames are here inextinguishable.” He struck his hand upon his breast. ”Never love as I have loved, and you will be a patriot, without needing to taste my bitter cup!”
Edwin trembled; his tears were checked. ”I can love no one better than I do you, my general! and is there any crime in that?”
Wallace in a moment recovered from the transient wildness which had possessed him. ”None, my Edwin,” replied he; ”the affections are never criminal but when by their excess they blind us to other duties. The offense of mine is judged, and I bow to the penalty. When that is paid, then may my ashes sleep in rescued Scotland! Then may the G.o.d of victory and of mercy grant that the seraph spirits of my wife and infant may meet my pardoned soul in paradise.” Edwin wept afresh.
”Cease, dear boy!” said he; ”these presages are very comforting; they whisper that the path of glory leads thy brother to his home.” As he spoke he took the arm of the silent Edwin (whose sensibility locked up the powers of speech), and putting it through his, they descended the hill together.
On the open ground before the great tower they were met by Murray. ”I come to seek you,” cried he. ”We have had woe on woe in the citadel since you left it.”
”Nothing very calamitous,” returned Wallace, ”if we may guess by the merry aspect of the messenger.”
”Only a little whirlwind of my aunt's, in which we have had airs and showers enough to wet us through and blow us dry again.”
The conduct of the lady had been even more extravagant than her nephew chose to describe. After the knight's departure, when the chiefs entered into conversation respecting his future plans, and Lennox mentioned that when his men should arrive (for whom he had that evening dispatched Ker), it was Wallace's intention to march immediately for Stirling, whither, it could hardly be doubted, Aymer de Valence had fled, ”I shall be left here,” continued the earl, ”to a.s.sist you, Lord Mar, in the severer duties attendant on being governor of this place.”
No sooner did these words reach the ears of the countess than, struck with despair, she hastened toward her husband, and earnestly exclaimed, ”You will not suffer this!”
”No,” returned the earl, mistaking her meaning; ”not being able to perform the duties attendant on the responsibilities station with which Wallace would honor me, I shall relinquish it altogether to Lord Lennox, and be amply satisfied in finding myself under his protection.”
”Ah, where is protection without Sir William Wallace?” cried she. ”If he go, our enemies will return. Who then will repel them from these walls? Who will defend your wife and only son from falling again into the hands of our doubly incensed foes?”
Mar observed Lord Lennox color at this imputation on his bravery, and shocked at the affront which his unreflecting wife seemed to give so gallant a chief, he hastily replied, ”Though this wounded arm cannot boast, yet the Earl of Lennox is an able representative of our commander.”
”I will die, madam,” interrupted Lennox, ”before anything hostile approaches you or your children.”
She attended slightly to this pledge, and again addressed her lord with fresh arguments for the detention of Wallace. Sir Roger Kirkpatrick, impatient under all this foolery, as he justly deemed it, abruptly said, ”Be a.s.sured, fair lady, Israel's Samson was not brought into the world his duty better than allow himself to be tied to any nursery girdle in Christendom.”
The brave old earl was offended with this roughness, but ere he could so express himself, the object darted her own severe retort on Kirkpatrick, and then, turning to her husband, with an hysterical sob, exclaimed, ”It is well seen what will be my fate when Wallace is gone!
Would he have stood by and beheld me thus insulted?”
Distressed with shame at her conduct, and anxious to remove her fears, Lord Mar softly whispered her, and threw his arm about her waist. She thrust him from her. ”You care not what may become of me, and my heart disdains your blandishments.”
Lennox rose in silence, and walked to the other end of the chamber.
Sir Roger Kirkpatrick followed him, muttering, pretty audibly, his thanks to St. Andrew that he had never been yoked with a wife.
Scrymgeour and Murray tried to allay the storm in her bosom by circ.u.mstantially detailing how the fortress must be equally safe under the care of Lennox as of Wallace. But they discoursed in vain; she was obstinate, and at last left the room in a pa.s.sion of tears.
On the return of Wallace, Lord Lennox advanced to meet him. ”What shall we do?” said he. ”Without you have the witchcraft of Hercules, and can be in two places at once, I fear we must either leave the rest of Scotland to fight for itself, or never restore peace to this castle!”
Wallace smiled, but before he could answer, Lady Mar, having heard his voice ascending the stairs, suddenly entered the room. She held her infant in her arms. Her air was composed, but her eyes yet shone in tears. At this sight Lord Lennox, sufficiently disgusted with the lady, taking Murray by the arm, withdrew with him from the apartment.
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