Mounted within the walls, turned out to view the glorious sight.

Mounted on a rising ground, they saw each little army, and the emblazoned banners of all the chivalry of Scotland floating afar over the lengthened ranks.
At this moment, the lines which guarded the outworks of Stirling opened from right to left, and discovered Wallace advancing on a white charger.

When the conqueror of Edward's hosts appeared--the deliverer of Scotland--a mighty shout, from the thousands around, rent the skies, and shook the earth on which they stood.
Wallace raised his helmet from his brow, as by an instinctive motion every hand bent the sword or banner it contained.
"He comes in the strength of David!" cried the venerable bishop of Dunkeld, who appeared at the head of his church's tenantry; "Scots, behold the Lord's anointed!" The exclamation, which burst like inspiration from the lips of the bishop, struck to every heart.

"Long live our William the Lion! our Scottish King!" was echoed with transport by every follower on the ground; and while the reverberating heavens seemed to ratify the voice of the people, the lords themselves (believing that he who won had the best right to enjoy) joined in the glorious cry.

Galloping up from the front of their ranks, they threw themselves from their steeds, and before Wallace could recover from the surprise into which this unexpected salutation had thrown him, Lord Bothwell and Lord Loch-awe, followed by the rest, had bent their knees, and acknowledged him to be their sovereign.