had not been long asleep ere his foster-brother fell into a deep slumber also, for he had undergone as much fatigue as the king. 7. When the three villains saw the king and his attendant asleep, they made signs to each other, and, rising up at once, drew their swords with the purpose to kill them both. But the king slept but lightly, and, notwithstanding the little noise the traitors made in rising, he was awakened by it, and, starting up, drew his sword and went to meet them. At the same moment he pushed his foster-brother with his foot, to awaken him, and he got on his feet; but ere he got his eyes cleared to see what was about to happen, one of the ruffians that were advancing to slay the king killed him with a stroke of his sword. 8. The king was now alone, one man against three, and in the greatest danger of his life; but his amazing strength, and the good armour which he wore, freed him once more from this great peril, and he killed the three men one after another. 9. He then left the cottage, very sorrowful for the death of his faithful foster-brother, and took his direction towards the place where he had appointed his men to assemble after their dispersion. It was now near night, and the place of meeting being a farmhouse, he went boldly into it, where he found the mistress, an old true-hearted Scotswoman, sitting alone. Upon seeing a stranger enter, she asked him who and what he was. The king answered that he was a traveller journeying through the country. 10. "All travellers," answered the good woman, "are welcome here, for the sake of one." And who is that one," said the king, "for whose sake you make all travellers welcome?" "It is our rightful king, Robert the Bruce," answered the mistress, "who is the lawful lord of this country; and although he is now pursued and hunted after with hounds and horns, I hope to live to see him king over all Scotland." "Since you love him so well, dame," said the king, "know that you see him before you. I am Robert the Bruce." Scott (1771-1832), "Tales of a Grandfather." Patriots have toiled, and in their country's cause And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Yet few remember them. They lived unknown And chased them up to heaven. Their ashes flew— No bard embalms and sanctifies his song, He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes confederate for his harm Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes. 1 He looks abroad into the varied field Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind Free by birth He is indeed a freeman. No nook so narrow but he spreads them there Whom God delights in, and in whom He dwells. From "The Task," by William Cowper. 1. Samson.-See Judges xv., 14. |