370 On the wet sands and quiet bay. The Clifford's force was strong and ware, By mountaineers who came with Lorn. 380 XVI 890 400 As round the torch the leaders crowd, Bruce read these chilling news aloud. 'What council, nobles, have we now? To ambush us in greenwood bough, And take the chance which fate may send To bring our enterprise to end? Or shall we turn us to the main As exiles, and embark again?' Answered fierce Edward, 'Hap what may, In Carrick Carrick's lord must stay. I would not minstrels told the tale Wildfire or meteor made us quail.' Answered the Douglas, 'If my liege May win yon walls by storm or siege, Then were each brave and patriot heart Kindled of new for loyal part.' Answered Lord Ronald, Not for shame Would I that aged Torquil came And found, for all our empty boast, Without a blow we fled the coast. I will not credit that this land, So famed for warlike heart and hand, The nurse of Wallace and of Bruce, Will long with tyrants hold a truce.' Prove we our fate: the brunt we'll bide!' So Boyd and Haye and Lennox cried; So said, so vowed the leaders all; So Bruce resolved: And in my hall 410 Now ask you whence that wondrous light, Whose fairy glow beguiled their sight? It ne'er was known - yet gray-haired eld A superstitious credence held That never did a mortal hand Wake its broad glare on Carrick strand; 430 Yearly it gleams o'er mount and moor I know not- and it ne'er was known. XVIII Now up the rocky pass they drew, O! many a shaft at random sent May soothe or wound a heart that's broken! Half soothed, half grieved, half terrified, Was in that hour of agony, As up the steepy pass he strove, Fear, toil, and sorrow, lost in love! XIX The barrier of that iron shore, The rock's steep ledge, is now climbed o'er; And from the castle's distant wall, 470 480 From tower to tower the warders call: The sound swings over land and sea, And marks a watchful enemy. They gained the Chase, a wide domain Left for the castle's sylvan reign Seek not the scene; the axe, the plough, The boor's dull fence, have marred it now, But then soft swept in velvet green The plain with many a glade between, Whose tangled alleys far invade The depth of the brown forest shade. Here the tall fern obscured the lawn, Fair shelter for the sportive fawn; There, tufted close with copse wood green, Was many a swelling hillock seen; And all around was verdure meet For pressure of the fairies' feet. The glossy holly loved the park, The yew-tree lent its shadow dark, And many an old oak, worn and bare, With all its shivered boughs was there. Lovely between, the moonbeams fell On lawn and hillock, glade and dell. The gallant monarch sighed to see These glades so loved in childhood free, Bethinking that as outlaw now He ranged beneath the forest bough. XX 490 Fast o'er the moonlight Chase they sped. Well knew the band that measured tread When, in retreat or in advance, Nay, droop not yet!' the warrior said; 500 510 What! wilt thou not? - capricious boy!Then thine own limbs and strength employ Pass but this night and pass thy care, I'll place thee with a lady fair, Where thou shalt tune thy lute to tell How Ronald loves fair Isabel!' Worn out, disheartened, and dismayed, Here Amadine let go the plaid; His trembling limbs their aid refuse, He sunk among the midnight dews! XXI What may be done?- the night is gone — The Bruce's band moves swiftly onEternal shame if at the brunt Lord Ronald grace not battle's front!See yonder oak within whose trunk Decay a darkened cell hath sunk; Enter and rest thee there a space, Wrap in my plaid thy limbs, thy face. I will not be, believe me, far, But must not quit the ranks of war. Well will I mark the bosky bourne, And soon, to guard thee hence, return. — Nay, weep not so, thou simple boy! But sleep in peace and wake in joy.' In sylvan lodging close bestowed, He placed the page and onward strode 54 With strength put forth o'er moss and brook, And soon the marching band o'ertook. tell! 550 What, silent? — then I guess thee well, The spy that sought old Cuthbert's cell, Wafted from Arran yester morn Come, comrades, we will straight return. Our lord may choose the rack should teach To this young lurcher use of speech. Thy bow-string, till I bind him fast.'Nay, but he weeps and stands aghast; Unbound we'll lead him, fear it not; 'Tis a fair stripling, though a Scot.' The hunters to the castle sped, And there the hapless captive led. XXIII Stout Clifford in the castle-court Came like the sounds which fancy hears XXIV And was she thus,' said Clifford, 'lost? But, says the priest, a bark from Lorn coast Ship, crew, and fugitive were lost. XXV 570 580 590 the Lord Clifford now the captive spied;- cried. A spy we seized within the Chase, A hollow oak his lurking-place.' What tidings can the youth afford? 'He plays the mute.' cord 600 'Then noose a Unless brave Lorn reverse the doom loom,' Said Lorn, whose careless glances trace Rather the vesture than the face, 'Clan-Colla's dames such tartans twine; XXVI And will he keep his purpose still In sight of that last closing ill, 610 620 When one poor breath, one single word, Since that poor breath, that little word, 630 Or will that bosom-secret burst? Cold on his brow breaks terror's dew, Has nought to match that moment's strife! Bruce laid strong grasp, 'They shall not harm 660 A ringlet of the stripling's hair; But till I give the word forbear. Douglas, lead fifty of our force Up yonder hollow water-course, And couch thee midway on the wold, Between the flyers and their hold: A spear above the copse displayed, Be signal of the ambush made. Edward, with forty spearmen straight Through yonder copse approach the gate, And when thou hear'st the battle-din Rush forward and the passage win, Secure the drawbridge, storm the port, 670 And man and guard the castle-court. The rest move slowly forth with me, In shelter of the forest-tree, Till Douglas at his post I see.' XXVIII 680 Like war-horse eager to rush on, Hemmed in, hewed down, they bled and died. Deep in the ring the Bruce engaged, And fierce Clan-Colla's broadsword raged! Full soon the few who fought were sped, Nor better was their lot who fled And met mid terror's wild career The Douglas's redoubted spear! Two hundred yeomen on that morn The castle left, and none return. XXX , Not on their flight pressed Ronald's brand, A gentler duty claimed his hand. He raised the page where on the plain His fear had sunk him with the slain: And twice that morn surprise well near Betrayed the secret kept by fear; Once when with life returning came To the boy's lip Lord Ronald's name, 720 And hardly recollection drowned The accents in a murmuring sound; And once when scarce he could resist The chieftain's care to loose the vest Drawn tightly o'er his laboring breast. But then the Bruce's bugle blew, For martial work was yet to do. The valiant Clifford is no more; Short were his shrift in that debate, If Lorn encountered Bruce! XXXIII 770 781 The Bruce hath won his father's hall! — Great God! once more my sire's abode In tottering infancy! 790 And there the vaulted arch whose sound Echoed my joyous shout and bound In boyhood, and that rung around To youth's unthinking glee! 0, first to thee, all-gracious Heaven, Then to my friends, my thanks be given !' He paused a space, his brow he crossed Then on the board his sword he tossed, Yet steaming hot; with Southern gore From hilt to point 't was crimsoned o'er. 810 Sit, gentle friends! our hour of glee The Northern Eagle claps his wing!' |