As he was thus walkand be him allayne Apon Ern side, makand a pytuouss mayne, Schyr Jhone Butler, to wache the furdis rycht, Out fra his men of Wallace had a sicht. 240 The myst wes went to the montanys agayne; Till him he raid; quhar at he maid his mayne On loude he sperde; “Quhat art thow walkis that gait?” ‘A trew man, Schyr, thocht my wiagis be layt; ‘Erandis I pass fra Doun to my lord, 245 ‘Schir Jhon Sewart; the rycht for [till] record, ‘In Doune is now, new cummyn fra the king.’ Than Butler said; “This is a selcouth thing. “Thou leid all out, thow has beyne with Wallace; “I sall the knaw, or thou cum of this place.” 250 Till him he stert the courser wondyr wicht, Drew out a suerd, so maid [hym] for to lycht. Abowne the kne gud Wallas has him tayne, Throw the and brawn in sondyr straik the bayne; Derffly to dede the knycht fell on the land. 255 Wallace the horss sone sesyt in his hand, Ane awkwart straik syne tuk him in the sted, His crag in twa; thus was the Butler dede. Ane Inglissman saw thair chiftayne wes slayn; A sper in reyst he kest with all his mayne, 260 On Wallace draiff, fra the horss him to ber. Warly he wrocht, as worthi man in wer: The sper he wan with outyn mor abaid; On horss he lap, and throw a gret rout raid. Fol. 24 b To Dawryoch he knew the forss full weill. 265 Befor him come feyll stuffyt in fyne steill: He straik the fyrst but baid in the blasoune. Quhill horss and man bathe flet the wattir doune. Ane othir sone doune fra his horss he bar, Stampyt to grounde, and drownyt with outyn mar. 270 The thrid he hyt in his harness of steyll, Throw out the cost; the sper to brak sumdeyll. The gret power than efftir him can ryd: He saw na waill no langar thar to byd. His burnyst brand braithly in hand he bar. 275 Quham he hytt rycht, thai folowit him no mar. To stuff the chass feyll frekis folowit fast; Bot Wallace maid the gayast ay agast. The mur he tuk, and throw thair power yeid; The horss was gud, bot yeit he had gret dreid 280 For failyeing or he wan to a strenth. The chass was gret, scalyt our breid and lenth; Throw strang danger thai had him ay in sycht. At the Blakfurd thar Wallace doune can lycht; His horss stuffyt, for the way was depe and lang; 285 A large gret myile wichtly on fute couth gang. Or he was horst, rydaris about him kest; He saw full weyll lang swa he mycht nocht lest. Sad men in deid wpon him can renew; With retornyng that nycht twenty he slew. 290 The forseast ay rudely rabutyt he, Kepyt hys horss, and rycht wysely can fle; Quhill that he cum the myrkest mur amang. His horss gaiff our, and wald no forthyr gang. Wallace on fute tuk him with gud entent: 295 The horss he straik, or that he fra him went; His houch sennownnis he cuttyt all atanyss, And left him thus besyde the standand stanys; For Sotheron men no gud suld off him wyn. In heich haddyr Wallace and thai can twyn. 300 Throuch that doun with to Forth sadly he soucht. Bot sodandly thar come in till his thocht, Gret power wok at Stirlyng bryg off tre. Seychand he said; “No passage is for me. “For want off fude, and I haiff fochtyn lang, 305 “On wer men now me thynk no tyme to gang. “At Kamyskynnett I sall the wattir till; “Lat God abowne do with me quhat he will! “In to this land lang[er] I may nocht byd.” Tary he maid sum part on Forthis syd; 310 Tuk off his weid, and graithit him but mar; Hys swerd he band, that wondyr scharply schar, Amang his ger, be his schuldrys on loft. Thus in he went, to gret God prayand oft, Fol. 25 a Off his hye grace the causs to tak on hand. 315 Our the wattyr he swame to the south land; Arayede him sone; the sessone was rycht cauld, For Piscis was in tyll his dayis of auld.