Fifty years I have fought under the British standard, in Normandy and in Palestine; and now in my old age, with four sons, I followed the armies of my sovereign into Scotland.

My eldest I lost on the plains of Dunbar.

My second fell last night; and my two youngest are now by my side.

You have saved them and me.

What can I do?
Not, as your noble self says, forswear my country; but this I swear, and in the oath do you, my sons, join (as he spoke they laid their crossed hands upon his, in token of assent), never to lift an arm against Sir William Wallace or the cause of injured Scotland!" "To this we also subjoin!" cried several other men, who comprised the whole of the English prisoners.
"Noble people!" cried Wallace, "why have you not a king worthy of you ?" "And yet," observed Kirkpatrick, in a surly tone, "Heselrigge was one of these people!" Wallace turned upon him with a look of so tremendous a meaning, that, awed by an expression too mighty for him to comprehend, he fell back a few paces, muttering curses, but on whom could not be heard.
"That man would arouse the tiger in our lion-hearted chief!" whispered Scrymgeour to Murray.
"Ay," returned Lord Andrew; "but the royal spirit keeps the beast in awe--see how coweringly that bold spirit now bows before it!" Wallace marked the impression his glance had made, but where he had struck, being unqilling to pierce also, he dispelled the thunder from his countenance, and once more looking on Sir Roger with a frank serenity.