As the axe came down, and the thistle dropped from his left hand, suddenly, William found himself standing, no longer lying on the table. He realized he was whole, hale, and intact again. His attention returned to the table, seeing a familiar corpse there. He shook his head sadly, but was proud of himself. He'd done it. He had remained faithful to his beloved Scotland to the end. He noticed the silent crowd gathered about, still in awe at the most courageous execution they'd ever seen. He glanced at Hamish and Stephen gazing tearfully at his corpse on the table, but saw that they were at least in awe and proud of him as well as grieving. That he had succeeded, and set the example. That the fight would continue. "Aye, my friends," he said softly, knowing he couldn't be seen or heard. "Tis well now." An arm embraced his waist from the side. Curious, he glanced to his right, and saw none other than his beloved Murron there with him, her beautiful smile. He immediately took her in a full embrace. "Murron!" "Aye," she replied. "Welcome, William." "We're together again!" he said, elated. "Aye, we are," she replied. "And there are some others who await to meet you," she added. "William," some familiar voices said from behind him. William turned, and to his delight, recognized his father, and his brother, from his boyhood, who were hanged by the English! Now there they were before him, healthy again, along with Hamish's father, Campbell. "Hello, lad," his father and Campbell said. "Hello, William," his brother greeted. "We're proud of you," they said. "Because of your example, the Scots will continue the fight. Well done, lad." Wallace beamed. Then he asked, "What now?" Murron gestured, and there was a warm light ahead of them, beckoning. Wallace understood then. He nodded. "Ready if you all are," he said. "Aye," they replied, and all headed toward, and into the light.