At Stirling, the field was divided. On one side, stood the English. And on the other side, were the Scots. At their head where two nobles, Lochlan and Monray. They spoke in low tones.

"The scouts say it is ten thousand English gathered there to meet us," said Monray.

"And we have but two!"

Despite their effort to keep things quiet, the word spread like wildfire throughout the troops and many began turning and going back.

Suddenly, over a hill came William and Katie, followed by their band.

The men deserting stopped and stared at them.

"William Wallace?"

"Couldn't be!"

"It's Katie Wallace!"

"Her head really is afire."

Stephen grinned and laughed at Katie. "The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight, it's drawn the finest people."

They stopped in front of the nobles.

"Is this your army?" Katie held the reigns of her spirited black horse.

"Aye." Monray stared at her.

"Then why does it go?" William reigned his horse around to face the men. "Sons of Scotland…I am William Wallace. And with me is my sister Katie."

"William Wallace is seven feet tall!" came a voice from the crowd.

"Aye, and his sister has hair eight feet long!"

Katie laughed and her bright blue eyes sparkled.

"Yes, I've heard!" shouted William. "They kill men by the hundreds! And if he where here he would consume the Englishmen with death in his eyes and fire bolts from his ass! And she would call down lightening from Heaven and hellfire up from Hell!"

There was sheepish laughter throughout the men

"I am William Wallace. My sister and I have come to fight for you. I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You have come to fight as free men. And free men you are! What will you do with your freedom? Will you fight?"

The men exchanged glances.

"Fight and you may die." Katie's words rang over the heads of the silent men. "Run and you will live…at least for awhile. And dying in your beds years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for one chance to come back here as young men and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they cannot take our freedom!"

Slowly, one man began to shout and within seconds his chant was taken up by them all.

"Wal-lace! Wal-lace! Wal-lace!"

Fifty hooded and cloaked bagpipers moved up on the hills and ancient sounds echoed across the plain.

Katie turned her horse and went to back to Hamish, Campbell and Stephen.

"Fine speech, lass," said Stephen. "Now what do we do?"

"Bring out the spearmen." Katie's horse danced sideways. She looked up at the hooded men and turned her horse again. "So they came down from their hills."

Hamish turned and looked at them. "Aye. Despite the fact that they play outlawed pipes, they've come."

William came to his sister. "The nobles have gone to the parley."

Katie smiled. "And they didn't invite us two well spoken Scots?"

Brother and sister rode out after the nobles and met with the English captain, a man named Cheltham.

Cheltham greeted the nobles. "Mornay. Lochlan." His eyes landed on Katie and William. Both where grinning at him.

Mornay introduced them. "Cheltham, this is William and Katie Wallace."

Katie dimpled a smile at the man. "The pleasure is all mine, I can assure ye."

"Here are the King's terms," bellowed Cletham. "Lead this army off the field and he will give you each estates in Yorkshire, including hereditary title, from which you will pay him an annual…"

"I have an offer for you," said Katie with a pretty smile.

"…From which you will pay the King…"

"Man, she said she had an offer for you," bellowed William in Cheltham's face. He was grinning from ear to ear. "She's no whore. She don't give offers very often."

Cheltham stared at him. "You disrespect a banner of truce!"

"From this king?" Katie's eyes where hard. "Absolutely. And here are Scotland's terms. Lower your flags and march straight home to England. But ye must stop at every Scottish home you pass and beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape and murder. Do that, and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today."

"You're outmatched!" Cheltham barked. "You haven't even any calvary. In two centuries, no army has won without it!"

"I am not finished!" shouted Katie. "Before we let you leave, your commander must cross that bridge, stand before this army, put his head between his legs and kiss his own ass!"

"Aye!" chimed in William. "Then he's got to come over here and kiss mine!"

The outraged man turned and galloped back to his line.

Mornay watched the man with amusement. "I'd say that was rather less cordial that he was used to."

Katie grinned as she turned her horse and kicked it into a gallop. "That's his problem, not mine."

They returned to the Scottish army and dismounted. William told Stephen and Hamish Katie's reply and they laughed.

"Wish I could see the noble lord's face when he tells him."

"Insolent bitch!" shouted the English commander. "Full attack!"

The English army moved forward towards the bridge. It was so narrow that only a single file of riders could move across it. The English heavy calvary, two hundred knights, crossed and formed up on the other side.

Stephen turned to William and Katie. "The Lord tells me He can get me out of this mess. But He's pretty sure the two of you are fucked!"

Katie's eyes where shinning. "Well, at least it'll be Him fucking me instead of some damn Englishman!"

The English commander watched the Scots but they didn't move. "They didn't even contest us! Send across the infantry!"

"My lord, the bridge is so narrow…."

"The Scots just stand in their formations! Our calvary will ride them down like grass. Get the infantry across so they can finished the slaughter!"

The men moved across the bridge.

The English knights took their lances from their squires and lowered the visors of their helmets. And charged.