restrain me not, these folk will work a cure for me—there,
I am a man again!’ and as he stood upright, sheathed
in his glittering mail, his drawn sword in his gauntleted
hand, a wild shout of irrepressible joy burst from
us all, and, caught up by the soldiers without the
tent, echoed and re-echoed through the camp. The
sudden appearance of the Bruce’s charger, caparisoned
for battle, standing before his master’s tent,
the drums rolling for the muster, the lightning speed
with which Sir Edward Bruce, Lennox, and Hay, after
dispersing De Brechin’s troop, as dust on the
plain, galloped to the royal pavilion, themselves
equally at a loss to understand the bustle there,
all prepared the men-at-arms for what was to come.
Eagerly did the gallant knights remonstrate with their
sovereign, conjure him to follow the battle in his
litter, rather than attempt to mount his charger;
they besought him to think what his life, his safety
was to them, and not so rashly risk it. Lord
Edward did entreat him to reserve his strength till
there was more need; the field was then clear, the
foes had not appeared; but all in vain their eloquence,
the king combated it all. ‘We will go seek
them, brother,’ cheerily answered the king;
’we will go tell them insult to the Bruce passes
not unanswered. On, on, gallant knights, our
men wax impatient.’ Hastening from the
tent, he stood one moment in the sight of all his men:
removing his helmet, he smiled a gladsome greeting.
Oh, what a shout rung forth from those iron ranks!
There was that noble face, pale, attenuated indeed,
but beaming on them in all its wonted animation, confidence,
and love; there was that majestic form towering again
in its princely dignity, seeming the nobler from being
so long unseen. Again and again that shout arose,
till the wild birds rose screaming over our heads,
in untuned, yet exciting chorus. Nor did the
fact that the king, strengthened as he was by his
own glorious soul, had in reality not bodily force
enough to mount his horse without support, take from
the enthusiasm of his men, nay, it was heightened
and excited to the wildest pitch. ’For Scotland
and freedom!’ shouted the king, as for one moment
he rose in his stirrups and waved his bright blade
above his head. ’For Bruce and Scotland!’
swelled the answering shout. We formed, we gathered
in compact array around our leaders, loudly clashed
our swords against our shields; we marched a brief
while slowly and majestically along the plain; we
neared the foe, who, with its multitude in terrible
array, awaited our coming; we saw, we hurled defiance
in a shout which rent the very air. Quicker and
yet quicker we advanced; on, on—we scoured
the dusty plain, we pressed, we flew, we rushed upon
the foe; the Bruce was at our head, and with him victory.
We burst through their ranks; we compelled them, at
the sword’s point, to turn and fight even to
the death; we followed them foot to foot, and hand
to hand, disputing every inch of ground; they sought
to retreat, to fly—but no! Five miles
of Scottish ground, five good broad miles, was that
battle-field; the enemy lay dead in heaps upon the
field, the remainder fled.”