But you are welcome to it; and here let it remain till I take it hence.

Meanwhile, lend me yours, Stephen, for a truer never fought for Scotland." A glow of conscious valor flushed the cheek of the veteran.

"There, my dear lord," said he, presenting it; "it will not dishonor your hand, for it cut down many a proud Norwegian on the field of Largs." Wallace took the sword, and turned to meet Murray with Edwin in the portal.

When they reached the citadel, Lennox and all the officers in the garrison were assembled to bid their chief a short adieu.

Wallace spoke to each separately, and then approaching the countess, led her down the rock to the horses which were to convey them tot he Frith of Clyde.