The Days of Bruce Vol 1 eBook

Grace Aguilar
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 523 pages of information about The Days of Bruce Vol 1.

The Days of Bruce Vol 1 eBook

Grace Aguilar
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 523 pages of information about The Days of Bruce Vol 1.
their sons.  Not to them did Scotland owe the transient gleam of glorious light which, though extinguished in the patriot’s blood, hath left its trace behind.  With the bold, the hardy, lowly Scot that gleam had birth; they would be free to them.  What mattered that their tyrant was a valiant knight, a worthy son of chivalry:  they saw but an usurper, an enslaver, and they rose and spurned his smiles—­aye, and they will rise again.  And wert thou one of them, sweet girl; a cotter’s wife, thou too wouldst pine for freedom.  Yes; Scotland will bethink her of her warrior’s fate, and shout aloud revenge for Wallace!”

Either his argument was unanswerable, or the energy of his voice and manner carried conviction with them, but a brighter glow mantled the maiden’s cheek, and with it stole the momentary shame—­the wish, the simple words that she had spoken could be recalled.

“Give us but a king for whom to fight—­a king to love, revere, obey—­a king from whose hand knighthood were an honor, precious as life itself, and there are noble hearts enough to swear fealty to him, and bright swords ready to defend his throne,” said the young heir of Buchan, as he brandished his own weapon above his head, and then rested his arms upon its broad hilt, despondingly.  “But where is that king?  Men speak of my most gentle kinsman Sir John Comyn, called the Red—­bah!  The sceptre were the same jewelled bauble in his impotent hand as in his sapient uncle’s; a gem, a toy, forsooth, the loan of crafty Edward.  No! the Red Comyn is no king for Scotland; and who is there besides?  The rightful heir—­a cold, dull-blooded neutral—­a wild and wavering changeling.  I pray thee be not angered, Nigel; it cannot be gainsaid, e’en though he is thy brother.”

“I know it Alan; know it but too well,” answered Nigel, sadly, though the dark glow rushed up to cheek and brow.  “Yet Robert’s blood is hot enough.  His deeds are plunged in mystery—­his words not less so; yet I cannot look on him as thou dost, as, alas! too many do.  It may be that I love him all too well; that dearer even than Edward, than all the rest, has Robert ever been to me.  He knows it not; for, sixteen years my senior, he has ever held me as a child taking little heed of his wayward course; and yet my heart has throbbed beneath his word, his look, as if he were not what he seemed, but would—­but must be something more.”

“I ever thought thee but a wild enthusiast, gentle Nigel, and this confirms it.  Mystery, aye, such mystery as ever springs from actions at variance with reason, judgment, valor—­with all that frames the patriot.  Would that thou wert the representative of thy royal line; wert thou in Earl Robert’s place, thus, thus would Alan kneel to thee and hail thee king!”

“Peace, peace, thou foolish boy, the crown and sceptre have no charm for me; let me but see my country free, the tyrant humbled, my brother as my trusting spirit whispers he shall be, and Nigel asks no more.”

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