I and the gallant chief have not yet met; but I am in arms for him; and the hour of retribution for all our injuries, I trust, is at hand." "But where is Sir William Wallace ?" demanded Murray.
"Gone toward the Forth, to rouse that part of sleeping Scotland.

If all he meet have my spirit, they will not require a second call.

Now is the time to aim the blow; I shall ever give thanks to the accident which brought me the welcome news, that an arm is raised to strike it home." As he spoke, he led Murray to the rampart-like cliffs which crown the summit of Craignacoheilg.

In the midst stood a tower, which had once been a favorite hunting-lodge of the great King Fergus.

There Kirkpatrick joyfully greeted his guest a second time: "This," said he, "is the far-famed lodge of the three kings: here did our lion, Fergus, attended by his royal allies, Durstus the Pict, and Dionethus the Briton, spread his board during their huntings in Glenfinlass! And here eight hundred years ago, did the same heroic prince form the plans which saved his kingdom from a foreign yoke! On the same spot we will lay ours; and in their completion, rescue Scotland from a tyranny more intolerable than that which menaced him.