Quhen twa was ded, the tothir wald nocht stynt,
Maid thaim to fle; bot than it was na but,
Was nane leyffand mycht pass fra him on fut.630
He folowed fast, and sone to ded thaim brocht;
Than to the chyld sadly agayn he socht.
“Quhat did thow her?” The child, with [ane] paill face,
On kneis he fell, and askyt Wallace grace.
‘With thaim I was, and knew no thing thair thocht; 635
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‘In to seruice, as thai me bad, I wrocht.’