She opened her dying eyes, and seeing who it was that would have shielded her life, just articulated, "Halbert! my Wallace--to God--" and with that last unfinished sentence her pure soul took its flight to regions of eternal piece.
The good old man's heart almost burst when he felt that before--heaving bosom now motionless; and groaning with grief, and fainting with loss of blood, he lay senseless on her body.
A terrible stillness was now in the hall.

Not a man spoke; all stood looking on each other, with a stern horror marking each pale countenance.

Heselrigge, dropping his blood-stained sword on the ground, perceived by the behavior of his men that he had gone too far, and fearful of arousing the indignation of awakened humanity, to some act against himself, he addressed the soldiers in an unusual accent of condescension: "My friends," said he, "we will now return to Lanark; to-morrow you may come back, for I reward your services of this night with the plunder of Ellerslie." "May a curse light on him who carries a stick from its grounds!" exclaimed a veteran, from the further end of the hall.

"Amen!" murmured all the soldiers, with one consent; and falling back, they disappeared, one by one, out of the great door, leaving Heselrigge alone with the soldier, who stood leaning on his sword, looking on the murdered lady.
"Grimsby, why stand you there ?" demanded Heselrigge: "follow me." "Never," returned the soldier.
"What!" exclaimed the governor, momentarily forgetting his panic, "dare you speak thus to your commander?
March on before me this instant, or expect to be treated as a rebel." "I march at your command no more," replied the veteran, eying him resolutely: "the moment you perpetrated this bloody deed, you became unworthy the name of man; and I should disgrace my own manhood, were I ever again to obey the word of such a monster!" "Villian!" cried the enraged Heselrigge, "you shall die for this!" "That may be," answered Grimsby, "by the hands of some tyrant like yourself; but no brave man, not the royal Edward, would do otherwise than acquit his soldier for refusing obedience to the murderer of an innocent woman.

It was not so he treated the wives and daughters of the slaughtered Saracens when I followed his banners over the fields of Palestine!" "Thou canting miscreant!" cried Heselrigge, springing on him suddenly, and aiming his dagger at his breast.