their sight,** and a good soldier's wound will heal by looking on it."

**This tower, within the fortress of Dumbarton, is still called
Wallace's tower; and a sword is shown there as the one that belonged to
Wallace.

Wallace smiled. "Were it our holy King David's we might expect such a
miracle. 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. Lord Mar, between Murray and Edwin, followed; and the servants
and guard completed the suit.

Being well mounted, they pleasantly pursued their way, avoiding all
inhabited places, and resting in the deepest recesses of the hills.
Lord Mar proposed traveling all night; but at the close of the evening
his countess complained of fatigue, declaring she could not advance
further than the eastern bank of the River Cart. No shelter appeared
in sight, excepting a thick and extensive wood of hazels; but the air
being mild, and the lady declaring her inability of moving on, Lord Mar