by Jean Plaidy
The priest knocked at the door. He was let in. Ellen would surely not keep him long. He would wait until the man came out.
Meanwhile Wallace was received with surprise by Ellen. Then he threw off his habit and she was in his arms and they were laughing at the efficaciousness of his disguise.
‘And you came as a priest!’ It seemed a great joke to them. ‘And such a one that I believed you to be of the Church.’
He told her that his longing to be with her had been so great that he had had to take the risk of coming to her.
She said she had hoped he would some day and whenever he came there would always be a welcome for him.
They went up to the attic where she and her mother had sheltered him all those weeks and they lay together on the truckle bed as they had in the old days.
He told her afterwards that he with his men were in the nearby forest and that they planned to be there for some days.
‘So,’ she said, ‘it may well be that I shall have another visit from you, sir.’
‘That could well be,’ he replied.
‘Perhaps tomorrow night?’
‘Why should it not be?’
‘I shall look for you.’
‘Are you still my true friend, Ellen?’ he asked.
‘Until we die,’ she answered.
So they made love again and again, but he was wary for the first streak of light was in the sky. He did not want to be seen in or near the town of Ayr by daylight for, good though his disguise might be, there was a price on his head.
Meanwhile the man from the town waited outside Ellen’s house for the priest to emerge. He wondered why he did not. A priest … to spend the night in the house of a light woman! It was unbelievable!
He had an impulse to knock at the door to discover what was happening but he decided not to. He would wait there until the priest came out and then he would follow him.
He was watching when the door opened and the priest came out. Ellen was with him – beautiful Ellen – with her hair streaming about her shoulders and a loose robe scarcely covering her nakedness. She and the priest embraced in a manner which left no doubt as to their relationship and then the priest lifted his long robes and ran.
He followed him to the edge of the forest. He saw him throw off the robe. There was something familiar about the man who emerged.
Could it be … Wallace!
What should he do? There was a price on Wallace’s head. What riches, what glory for the man who delivered him into the hands of his enemies!
The night had not turned out as he had fancied it would. He had missed the charms of sweet Ellen. But who knew, perhaps there was a better way in which it could have been spent and this was it.
Ellen opened the door. Two guards stepped into the house.
‘What do you want?’ she asked.
‘We want you, Mistress.’
‘What, now?’ she demanded, thinking they had come to take her by force. That, she would fight against with all her might. She liked men; she enjoyed her pleasures with them; but they should never be taken by force if she could help it.
But she was mistaken. They were on another mission.
She was to go with them, they told her, because their masters had something to say to her.
She was taken to stand before Captain Heron and his aide, Butler. They surveyed her coldly with none of that admiration to which she was accustomed.
‘You are on good terms with the traitor Wallace,’ said the Captain.
‘Wallace?’ she wrinkled her brows. ‘Who is he?’
‘Come, Mistress, that will not do. He is your lover. He slept in your bed last night. He came disguised as a priest. We know of this.’
‘You are mistaken.’
One of the guards caught her arm and twisted it backwards. She cried out in pain. ‘How dare you—’ she began.
Her face was slapped.
That to Ellen, who had never had anything but the desiring hands of men laid on her, was a violent shock. She knew then that she was in serious trouble.
‘Listen to me, woman,’ said the Captain, ‘we know that you are a friend of William Wallace. We know that he visits you. Do not deny it. If you hold anything back from us, it will go ill with you. Do you know what we do to women like you? I will tell you. We shall roll you up in a bale of hay and set fire to it.’
‘You could not,’ she stammered.
‘Could we not? We shall see. Bring in the hay.’
It was true. They had it ready. ‘It would be a waste of such pleasant flesh,’ said the Captain wryly. ‘Come, be sensible, girl. Wallace visited you in the guise of a priest last night. When does he come again?’
‘He … will not come again.’
‘He came last night did he not?’
She did not speak and he signed for them to bring the hay.
‘Yes … yes,’ she said quickly. ‘He came last night.’
‘And when does he come again?’
She was silent. They seized her and two of them threw the bale of hay at her feet.
‘Tonight,’ she cried. ‘He comes tonight.’
They released her.
‘When he comes,’ the Captain said, ‘you will hold him there. Divest him of his clothes … That will be no difficult task, I am sure. Then when he is in your bed, before you join him put a rush light in your window. It shall be our signal to come and take him.’
She stammered, ‘I cannot do it …’
‘You will do it,’ she was told. ‘And if you do not you know what awaits you. Do your duty and we shall not forget you. You will be rich. We shall not forget. There is a high price on his head. It is time a woman like you had a husband so that she does not have to rely on any pleasant-looking man who comes her way. Deliver Wallace to us and Lord Percy himself will want to thank you. He will find a man who will marry you. A knight no less, and he shall be a man of your choice. So you see, Mistress, great good can come to you … great good or cruel death. Remember it.’
Ellen went thoughtfully back to her home. Marriage with a goodly knight. A fortune. Never again to wander through the town returning the glances which came her way … looking for a handsome gentleman. A steady husband, a man who could give her fine clothes … that for the betrayal of Wallace.
She knew what she had to do. They were afraid of him. They wanted him bereft of his clothes so that they could take him easily. So had Delilah betrayed Samson.
She waited for him. He came as he said he would. She opened the door and there stood her priest.
‘It was dangerous to come,’ she said.
‘Would I not risk danger for a night with you? ’Tis worth it, fair Ellen.’
She led him to the bedchamber. Her heart was beating fast. It would soon be over. She thought of him as he had been when they brought him in from the midden. Her mother had said: ‘He is William Wallace, the greatest man in Scotland’; and they had been proud of him. She had been proud of him. Her mother was now sleeping in her room. She knew of course that men visited her daughter. It was a way of life and it brought them comforts. She had not told her mother that Wallace had come last night. She would have done so, of course, but they had taken her off to be questioned, and when she came back she did not want to alarm her mother.
They went to her attic. It would all be so easy. She could feign ignorance. But he would say, ‘Why do you put a light in your window?’ and she would answer, ‘Because I wish to see you. I see so little of you. I want to feast my eyes on you while I can.’
Then soon they would come to take him …
She had loved him in her light and easy way as she had loved many men, but never one quite like William Wallace. She did not like to think of men being tortured. Men were not meant for that. Why could they not all live comfortably together? There was so much in life that was good.
He lay there naked on her bed. Now was the time. Set the rush light in the window … and wait.
They could not be far off now. They were out t
here looking at her window waiting for the sign.
‘I cannot do it,’ she cried suddenly. She sat on the bed and covered her face with her hands.
‘What ails you, Ellen?’ he asked.
‘They are coming to take you. They have threatened to burn me in a bale of hay if I do not deliver you to them. I am afraid … but I cannot do it.’
He was off the bed. ‘They are coming for me! When?’
‘Now. There is no time. They are waiting for the signal.’
In a second he had grasped the situation. He had the answer as she had known he would. ‘Strip off your clothes, Ellen,’ he said.
She did so and he put them on. They were too small of course but he covered their inadequacy with a big cloak as he had once done with a shawl at the spinning wheel. Then he set one of her hats on his head.
‘They will kill me,’ she said.
‘No, they will not. I am going to tie you to the bedpost. You must tell them that I had wind of the plot and that I made you strip and give me your clothes. I then put them on and tied you up. So that you could not give the signal. Now I will leave you. There is nothing to fear. I’ll see you again before long.’
He went out of the cottage. He ran shouting to the guards in a falsetto voice remarkably like that of Ellen.
Two of them appeared. He pointed to the cottage. ‘He is in there. He is naked … Go in and take him.’
The alarm was given. The two guards were not going in alone. They knew Wallace. As speedily as they could they got a band of them together and stormed the cottage.
Ellen told them how she had been following their instructions when Wallace had suddenly seized her and tied her up. So well did she tell her story and so appealing did she look half dressed and in distress that they untied her and reassured her that no harm would come to her, before making off to catch the impudent fugitive. Before they were assembled he had reached his horse, untethered it and was galloping off to join his faithful band in the wood.
It was a warning. He could not go on chancing to luck to extract himself from such situations. It could quite easily have been the end. It would have been easy for Ellen to have put the light in the window and for them to come and take him.
If they had, what would be happening to him now? It would be the end of his dream as it had come very near to being when they had thrust him into jail.
He must take care. He must not involve himself in these reckless situations.
Thank God, Ellen had been loyal to him at the end – but Heaven knew how near she had come to betraying him. The devils, to threaten her with burning – and it was a sentence they would have carried out, too.
He discussed the affair with Stephen and Karlé, who were horrified. There would be a bigger hue and cry after him than ever, so he must lie low for a while. They should leave this place at once and find another wood to shelter them.
He agreed and they left the woods with all speed and made their way towards Lanarkshire.
There he with his men remained in obscurity for some time, and the English deceived themselves into thinking that his near-capture had subdued him to such an extent that his one desire was to keep out of their way. When no more convoys were robbed for a few weeks a rumour was circulated that he had been drowned while attempting to cross the Forth near Stirling for it was said if he had crossed by the bridge there he could not have failed to have been seen.
He liked to go into the town though, and found it difficult to stay away, and when they were encamped near Lanark he often went in disguised, sometimes as a pilgrim, sometimes as a farmer. He enjoyed sitting in the taverns and listening to the talk.
It was thus he heard of the unpopularity of Sheriff Heselrig who was as harsh a man as could be found throughout the country, he was told. King Edward should have been more careful of the men he sent to guard the garrison towns, for so many of them were such as to breed rebellion wherever they went.
‘Tell me of this Heselrig,’ he said. ‘Tell me what he has done to make the townsfolk of Lanark hate him so much.’
‘Hush, be careful what you say,’ was the answer. ‘Speak in whispers.’
He immediately lowered his voice and his informant went on. ‘There is a beautiful maiden – the heiress of Lamington – living here. She is renowned for her wealth as well as her beauty.’
‘Tell me more of her.’
‘The Sheriff persecutes her. She is a brave lassie and will not agree to his demands.’
‘And what does he demand?’
‘Her hand for his son.’
‘What, a good Scottish lassie to marry an Englishman!’
‘Oh, aye, if she is rich enough.’
‘And she is very rich.’
‘Heiress to old Hew Bradfute. Hew died three years back and young Hew was to have inherited … and would have … had he lived.’
‘Young Hew …?’
‘The beauty’s brother. He met his death one dark night … His body was found lying in an alley. A brawl, they said, but it is whispered …’
‘Yes, please tell me what is whispered.’
‘Who are you? You ask too many questions.’
‘Just a man with a little land to farm who comes into the town now and then and likes a bit of chatter. Come, sir, tell me about young Hew and how you think he met his death.’
‘Oh, ’tis not for me to say, sir. It’s just in the mind – that’s all.’
‘Come tell me more.’
‘Well, ’tis whispered here that Sheriff Heselrig, wanting the Bradfute money, had the idea that if it belonged to the maiden, his son might marry her and so it would pass to his family. That weren’t possible while young Hew lived for he was his father’s right and natural heir.’
‘And how goes this matter?’
‘She is a bold brave maid, is Marion Bradfute. She swears she’ll have none of the Sheriff’s son.’
‘I should like to see her.’
‘Then you should go to the kirk one Sunday. She is always there.’
The story of the brave Scots lassie and the importuning English Sheriff appealed to Wallace’s imagination. He didn’t trust that Sheriff. Sooner or later he would force his son on the lass.
The next Sunday he was in the church. He did not need to ask who was Marion Bradfute. It was obvious. She was richly gowned as became an heiress and indeed she was beautiful. He had never seen such a beautiful girl. Ellen, who had seemed so desirable, was common clay beside her.
She was aware of his scrutiny and blushed a little, but it was clear that he had made some impression on her.
The next Sunday he was in church again; he noticed that she whispered with her maid and he guessed they were talking of him. When they left the church he followed them at a discreet distance. They went through a gate, beyond which lay the fine mansion which had aroused the cupidity of the Sheriff. He knocked boldly on the gate.
It was opened by an old man who demanded his business and he replied that he required to see Mistress Bradfute on an urgent mater. Who was he? was the question. He answered that he would tell that to Mistress Bradfute and he believed that she would then know him.
The old man shook his head and went away leaving William outside the gate. In a few moments the maid who had accompanied her mistress to the church came out. She did not seem greatly surprised to see him. They must have known that he had followed them.
She bade him enter and he followed her into the house.
In the hall with its vaulted roof and high table at one end on the dais, Marion Bradfute was waiting for him.
‘Who are you?’ she asked. ‘And why do you come here?’
He hesitated only briefly and said: ‘I am William Wallace.’
Her eyes opened wide and he noticed how beautifully blue they were, set off by long dark lashes.
She smiled suddenly. ‘I think I knew,’ she said. ‘You are welcome. I should like to talk to you.’
She looked about her. ‘Let us go to the solarium,’ she said.
And she called to her maid to bring refreshment for them.
She led the way up a ladder-like staircase to the solarium, a sunny room as its name suggested because of the two big windows cut into a bay at either end. It was indeed a grand place such as he had rarely seen in Scotland.
She went to the window and sat down implying that he might sit beside her, which he did.
She said, ‘You know of me?’
‘I know that you are Mistress Bradfute, noted for your beauty.’
‘And my wealth,’ she answered. ‘I have come to be afraid of that.’
‘You are in some trouble, I know that too. I have chatted in taverns and learned what I could.’
‘What are you, the hero of Scotland, doing in taverns?’
‘Biding my time when I can rise up and turn the English from our country.’
‘You come here in disguise.’
‘That is necessary, Mistress. There is a price on my head and you are unwise to let me into your house.’
‘In a way there is a price on mine. Sir William Wallace, I have long admired you along with thousands of Scots.’
‘I want more from Scots than admiration, Mistress. I want them to join my banner. When I have an army I promise you Scotland’s humiliation will be over.’
‘You will subdue the English, I know it. I am proud to have spoken to you.’
‘I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you,’ he replied.
She smiled, well pleased. ‘It is my fortune the Sheriff wants for his son.’
‘I have heard that you resist him.’
‘Yes, but I fear him very much. I believe he killed my brother.’
‘I had heard this too.’
‘I wonder what ruse he will employ to trick me.’
‘You are surrounded by good servants?’
‘Yes, they have been with my family for many years. They hate the English oppressors.’
‘Has he threatened you?’
‘No. I have warded him off with crafty talk. I have not said I will not marry his son – but I am determined not to.’
‘I shall gather together a force and march into the town.’
‘Have you such a force?’
‘I have followers … as yet not enough. But the time will come when I have an army behind me.’
