Ballochgeich.
The marshals with difficulty interrupted the mortal attack which the
enemies and friends of Wallace made on each other; several of the
Cummins were maimed, Lord Athol himself was severely wounded by
Kirkpatrick, but the teacherous regent gladly saw that none on his side
were hurt unto death. With horrid menaces the two parties separated,
the one to the regent's apartments, the other to the camp of Wallace.
Lord Bothwell found him encircled by his veterans, in whose breasts he
was trying to allay the storm raging there against the injustice of the
regent and the ingratitude of the Scottish lords. At sight of the
young and ardent Bothwell, their clamor to be led instantly to revenge
the indignity offered to their general redoubled, and Murray, not less
incensed, turning to them exclaimed:
"Yes, my friends, keep quiet for a few hours, and then, what honor
commands we will do!" At this assurance they retired to their
quarters, and Bothwell turned with Wallace into his tent.
"Before you utter a word concerning the present scenes," cried Wallace,
"tell me how is the hope of Scotland? the only earthly stiller of these
horrid tumults!"
"Alas!" replied Bothwell. "After regaining, by a valor worthy of his
destiny, every fortress north of the Forth, his last and greatest
achievement was making himself master of Scone; but in storming its
walls a fragment of stone falling heavily, terribly rent the muscles of
his breast, and now--woe to Scotland!--he lies at Huntingtower reduced
to infant weakness. All this you would have known had you received his
letters; but villainy must have been widely at work, for none of yours
have reached his hands."
This intelligence respecting Bruce was a more mortal blow to Wallace
than all he had just sustained in his own person. He remained silent,
but his mind was thronged with thoughts. Was Scotland to be indeed
lost? Was all that he had suffered and achieved to have been done in
vain? and should he be fated to behold her again made a sacrifice to
the jealous rivalry of her selfish and contending nobles?
Bothwell continued to speak of the prince, and added, that it was with
reluctance he had left him, even to share the anticipated success at
Berwick. But Bruce, impatient to learn the issue of the siege (as
still no letters arrived from that quarter), had dispatched him back to
the borders. At Dunfermline he was stricken with horror by the
information that treason had been alleged against Wallace, and turning
his steps westward, he flew to give that support to his friend's
innocence which the malignity of his enemies might render needful.
"The moment I heard how you were beset," continued Bothwell, "I
dispatched a messenger to Lord Ruthven, warning him not to alarm Bruce
with such tidings, but to send hither all the spare forces in
Perthshire, to maintain you in your rights."
"No force, my dear Bothwell, must be used so hold me in a power which
now would only keep alive a spirit of discord in my country. If I dare
apply the words of my Divine Master, I would say, I came not to bring a
sword but peace to the people of Scotland! Then, if they are weary of
me, let me go. Bruce will recover, they will rally round his standard,
and all be well."
"Oh, Wallace! Wallace!" cried Bothwell, "the scene I have this day
witnessed is enough to make a traitor of me. I could forswear my
insensible country--I could immolate its ungrateful chieftains on those
very lands which your generous arm restored to these worthless men!"
He threw himself into a seat, and leaned his burning forehead against
his hand.
"Cousin, you declare my sentiments," rejoined Edwin; "my soul can never
again associate with these sons of Envy. I cannot recognize a
countryman in any one of them; and, should Sir William Wallace quit a
land so unworthy of his virtues, where he goes I will go--his asylum
shall be my country, and Edwin Ruthven will forget that he ever was a
Scot."
"Never," cried Wallace, turning on him one of those looks which struck
conviction into the heart. "Is man more just than God? Though a
thousand of your countrymen offend you by their crimes, yet while there
remains one honest Scot, for his sake and his posterity it is your duty
to be a patriot. A nation is one great family, and every individual in
it is as much bound to promote the general good as a brother or a
father to maintain the welfare of his nearest kindred. And it the
transgression of one son be no arouse for the omission of another, in
like manner, the ruin these turbulent lords would bring upon Scotland
is no excuse for your desertion of your interest. I would not leave
the helm of my country did she not thrust me from it; but though cast
by her into the waves, would you not blush for your friend should he
wish her other than a peaceful haven?" Edwin spoke not, but putting
the hand of Wallace to his lips, left the tent.
"Oh!" cried Bothwell, looking after him, "that the breast of woman had
but half that boy's tenderness! And yet all of that dangerous sex are
not like this hyena-hearted Lady Strathearn. Tell me, try friend, did
she not, when she disappeared so strangely from Huntingtower, fly to
you? I now suspect, from certain remembrances, that she and the Green
Knight are one aid the same person. Acknowledge it, and I will unmask
her at once to the court she has deceived."
"She has deceived no one," replied Wallace. "Before she spoke, the
members of that court were determined to brand me with guilt, and her
charge merely supplied the place of others which they would have
devised against me. Whatever she may be, my dear Bothwell, for the
sake of whose name she once bore, let us not expose her to open shame.
Her love or her hatred are alike indifferent to me now, for I neither
of them do I owe that innate malice of my countrymen which has only
made her calumny the occasion of manifesting their resolution to make
me infamous. But that, my friend, is beyond her compass. I have done
my duty to Scotland, and that conviction must live in every honest
heart--ay, and with dishonest too--for did they not fear my integrity,
they would not have thought it necessary to deprive me of power.
Heaven shield our prince! I dread that Badenoch's next shaft may be at
him!"
"No," cried Bothwell, "all is leveled at his best friend. In a low
voice, I taxed the regent with disloyalty for permitting this outrage
on you, and his basely envious answer was: 'Wallace's removal is
Bruce's security; who will acknowledge him when they know that this man
is his dictator?'"
Wallace sighed at this reply, which only confirmed him in his
resolution, and he told Bothwell that he saw no alternative, if he
wished to still the agitations of his country, and preserve its prince
from premature discovery, but to indeed remove the subject of all these
contentions from their sight.
"Attempt it not!" exclaimed Bothwell; "propose but a step toward that
end, and you will determine me to avenge my country, at the peril of my
own life, on all in that accursed assembly who have menaced yours!" In
short, the young earl's denunciations were so earnest against the lords
in Stirling, that Wallace, thinking it dangerous to exasperate him
further, consented to remain in his camp till the arrival of Ruthven
should bring him the advantage of his counsel.
The issue showed that Bothwell was not mistaken. The majority of the
Scottish nobles envied Wallace his glory, and hated him for that virtue
which drew the eyes of the people to compare him with their selfish
courses. The regent, hoping to become the first in Bruce's favor, was
not less urgent to ruin the man who so deservedly stood the highest in
that prince's esteem. He had therefore entered warmly into the project
of Lady Strathearn. But when, during a select conference between them,
previous to her open charge of Wallace, she named Sir Thomas de
Longueville as one of his foreign emissaries, Cummin observed:
"If you would have your accusation succeed, do not mention that knight
at all. He is my friend. He is now ill near Perth, and must know
nothing of this affair till it be over. Should he live, he will nobly
thank you for your forbearance; should he die, I will repay you as
becomes your nearest kinsman."
All were thus united in one determined effort to hurl Wallace from his
station in the state. But when they believed that done, they quarreled
amongst themselves in deciding who was to fill the great military
office, which his prowess had now rendered a post rather of honor than
of danger.
In the midst of these feuds Sir Simon Fraser abruptly appeared in the
council-hall. His countenance proclaimed his tidings. Lennox and
Loch-awe (who had duly attended, in hopes of bringing over some of the
more pliable chiefs to embrace the cause of justice) listened with
something like exultation to his suddenly disastrous information. When
the English governor at Berwick learned the removal of Wallace from his
command and the consequent consternation of the Scottish troops,
instead of surrendering at sunset as was expected, he sallied out at
the head of the whole garrison, and attacking the Scots by surprise,
gave them a total defeat. Every outpost around the town was retaken by
the Southrons, the army of Fraser was cut to pieces or put to flight,
and himself now arriving at Stirling, smarting with many a wound but
more under his dishonor, to show to the Regent of Scotland the evil of
having superseded the only man whom the enemy feared. The council
stood in silence, staring on each other; and, to add to their dismay,
Fraser had hardly completed his narration, before a messenger from
Tiviotdale arrived to inform the regent that King Edward was himself
within a few miles of the Cheviots; and, from the recovered position of
Berwick, must have even now poured his thousands over those hills upon
the plains beneath. While all the citadel was indecision, tumult, and
alarm, Lennox hastened to Wallace's camp with the news.
Lord Ruthven and the Perthshire chiefs were already there. They had
arrived early in the morning, but with unpromising tidings of Bruce.
The state of his wound had induced a constant delirium. But still
Wallace clung to the hope that his country was not doomed to
perish--that its prince's recovery was only protracted. In the midst
of this anxiety, Lennox entered; and relating what he had just heard,
turned the whole current of the auditor's ideas. Wallace started from
his seat. His hand mechanically caught up his sword, which lay upon
the table. Lennox gazed at him with animated veneration. "There is
not a man in the citadel," cried he, "who does not appear at his wits'
end, and incapable of facing this often-beaten foe. Will you, Wallace,
again condescend to save a country that has treated you so
ungratefully?"
"I would die in its trenches!" cried the chief, with a generous
forgiveness of all his injuries suffusing his magnanimous heart.
Lord Loch-awe soon after appeared, and corroborating the testimony of
Lennox added, that on the regent's sending word to the troops on the
south of Stirling, that in consequence of the treason of Sir William
Wallace the supreme command was taken from him, and they must
immediately march out under the orders of Sir Simon Fraser, to face a
new incursion of the enemy, they began to murmur among themselves,
saying that since Wallace was found to be a traitor, they knew not whom
to trust; but certainly it should not be a beaten general. With these
whisperings, they slid away from their standards; and when Loch-awe
left them they were dispersed on all sides, like an already discomfited
army.