Capitolo 7
"Wallace! think about Wallace! It did not him it nearly tears our country from
the tyrant's hands? And it is not anybody to follow there in the run him
done tread--any noble heart to do that that him the hath?"
"Nigel, yes. You leave but the correct stand of king before, and it was not there anybody
other, me--also me, teen-ager as me I am, with my good sword and the only arm,
also with the dark blood of Comyn in my veins, Alan of Buchan,
connect him/it, yes and dies for him!"
"There spoke the blood of Duff, and not of Comyn!" you impetuously burst
from the lips of Nigel, as he understood the ready hand of the teen-ager; "and
you don't doubt, noble boy there is the other hearts in Scotland daring and true
how thine; and one will also rise still as Wallace to wake up again them from,
their stagnant sleep, and it gives them the liberty."
"Wallace", says the young girl, fearfully; "yes speak of Wallace of its bold,
actions and more daring heart but bethink ye of his/her _fate_. Oh, it was not it
better still to be that follows in his/her footsteps to the scaffolding?"
"Favorite, no; better the scaffolding and the ax, yes, also the iron
chains and the rope of executioner, that the gilded chains of the joke of a tyrant.
The shame on thee, sweet Agnes, to recommend thoughts as these and you a
Scottish young girl." He/she also anchors as him he/she spoke chidingly the voice of Nigel,
become soft and electrifying, also as you/he/she had been first daring and challenging.
"I fear me, Nigel I have but few of the blood of my mother among mine
veins. I cannot offer beats them and you limit as his with patriotic love and
warrior's fire. A modest hut with him I loved it was the happiness for me."
"But that hut has to remain on a ground loosened by the chains, sweet Agnes or the joy it was able
doesn't have remaining there. Because it made increase of Scotland against her
tyrant--because it fights as her hath to throwing apart his/her chains? It was it her
do you give birth noble? Alas, alas! degenerate and it founds, they sought the fame of chivalric;
forgetful of their country, they asked knighthood from proud