It was decisive; for beholding the undaunted resolution with which the weakened and dying were supporting the cause their governor was determined to defend to the last, Wallace found his admiration and his pity alike excited; and even while his followers seemed to have each his foe's life in his hands, when one instant more would make him the undisputed master of the castle (for not a Southron would then breathe to dispute it), he resolved to stop the carnage.

At the moment when a gallant officer, who, having assaulted him with the vehemence of despair, now lay disarmed under him; at that moment when the discomfited knight exclaimed, "In mercy strike, and redeem the honor of Ralph de Monthermer!"** Wallace raised his bugle and sounded the note of peace.
Every sword was arrested, and the universal clangor of battle was hushed in expecting silence.
**Ralph de Monthermer, a noble knight who married Jane of Acre, the daughter of King Edward I.

He was created Earl of Gloucester on his marriage with that princess.-( 1809.) "Rise, brave earl," cried Wallace, to the governor; "I revere virtue too sincerely to take an unworthy advantage of my fortune.

The valor of this garrison commands my respect; and, as a proof of my sincerity, I grant to it what I have never yet done to any: that yourself and these dauntless men march out with the honors of war, and without any bonds on your future conduct toward us.

We leave it to your own hearts to decide whether you will ever be again made instruments to enchain a free and brave people." While he was speaking, De Monthermer leaned gloomily on the sword he had returned to him, with his eyes fixed on his men.