CHAPTER XXI.
Loch Lomond.
Profound as was the rest of Wallace, yet the first clarion of the lark awakened him.

The rosy dawn shone in at the window, and a fresh breeze wooed him with its inspiring breath to rise and meet it.

But the impulse was in his own mind; he needed nothing outward to call him to action.

Rising immediately, he put on his glittering hauberk; and issuing from the tower, raised his bugle to his lips, and blew so rousing a blast, that in an instant the whole rock was covered with soldiers.
Wallace placed his helmet on his head, and advanced toward them, just as Edwin had joined him, and Sir Roger Kirkpatrick appeared from the tower.

"Blessed be this morn!" cried the old knight.