"What is it I see?
Sir Roger Kirkpatrick master of this citadel, and our king's colors flying from its towers?
Where is the Earl de Valence?
Where the English garrison ?" "The English garrison," replied Kirkpatrick, "are now twelve hundred men beneath the waters of the Clyde.

De Valence is fled; and this fortress, manned with a few hardy Scots, shall sink into yon waves ere it again bear the English dragon on its walls." "And you, noble knight," cried Lennox, "have achieved all this?
You are the dawn to a blessed day for Scotland!" "No," replied Kirkpatrick; "I am but a follower of the man who has struck the blow.

Sir William Wallace of Ellerslie is our chief; and with the power of his virtues he subdues not only friends, but enemies, to his command." He then exultingly narrated the happy events of the last four and twenty hours.

The earl listened with wonder and joy.

"What!" cried he, "so noble a plan for Scotland, and I ignorant of it ?-I, that have not waked day or night, for many a month, without thinking or dreaming of some enterprise to free my country--and behold it is achieved in a moment! I see the stroke, as a bolt from Heaven; and I pray Heaven it may light the sacrifice throughout the nation! Lead me, worthy knight, lead me to your chief, for he shall be mine too: he shall command Malcolm Lennox and all his clan." Kirkpatrick gladly turned to obey him; and they mounted the ascent together.