Eachin alone had, from the vigilance used to intercept all blows levelled against his person, escaped without injury.

The rage of both parties had sunk, through exhaustion, into sullen desperation.

They walked staggering, as if in their sleep, through the carcasses of the slain, and gazed on them, as if again to animate their hatred towards their surviving enemies by viewing the friends they had lost.
The multitude soon after beheld the survivors of the desperate conflict drawing together to renew the exterminating feud on the banks of the river, as the spot least slippery with blood, and less encumbered with the bodies of the slain.
"For God's sake--for the sake of the mercy which we daily pray for," said the kind hearted old King to the Duke of Albany, "let this be ended! Wherefore should these wretched rags and remnants of humanity be suffered to complete their butchery?
Surely they will now be ruled, and accept of peace on moderate terms ?" "Compose yourself, my liege," said his brother.

"These men are the pest of the Lowlands.

Both chiefs are still living; if they go back unharmed, the whole day's work is cast away.