In London, a storm raged. But snug by a fire, Longshanks, Edward and the rest of the advisors where happy. Isabelle stood at the window and watched the rain against the panes.

"The nobles have sworn allegiance, every last one."

Longshanks smiled. "Good."

"And what of William Wallace and his sister?" asked Edward.

"They are gone! Finished!"

Bruce's father stared across the table at his son. "I am the one who is rotting. But I think your face looks graver than mine."

"They where both so brace. With courage alone, they nearly won."

"So more men were slaughtered uselessly."

"They…They broke because of me. I saw it. They lost all will to fight."

"We must have alliance with England to prevail here. You achieved that! You saved your family, increased your lands! In time you will have all the power in Scotland!"

"In my heart, I had begun to hope that they would never break."

"All loose heart. All betray. It is exactly why we must make the choices we do."

Robert covered his face with his hand. "And Katie…oh my dear sweet Katie. She was heartbroken. She just stood there and cried without making a sound. And I wished in that moment, one…just one of the four crossbow bolts that hit her…had hit me and killed me."

"You love the girl?"

"I do. But now…but now, I can never ask her to love me again."

William ducked into the tent and looked at Katie. She was sitting up now, her knees drawn up and her chin resting on them. She was staring unseeingly into the fire. William glanced at Stephen. "Stay with her."

Mornay lay in his bed, tossing in the restless sleep of a tortured soul. Suddenly, he sat straight up. He heard…hoofbeats? He looked around. Now he heard shouts and screams from below and there where the hoofbeats again. Coming closer. And closer.

Suddenly, the door burst open and William burst into the room.

Mornay froze.

William's eyes where cold as he drove his sword through the man's heart and jerked it back out.

Outside in the corridor, the guards where gathering. But William ignored them. he tossed a dark cloth over his horse's eyes and spurred him in his flanks. The blind animal crashed through the window.

The horse and rider plunged past the sheer walls of the castle and into the loch below.

Craig entered Robert's library.

Robert was standing at the window, watching the townspeople below cheering the name of Wallace. "Is it true about Mornay?"

Craig tossed him Mornay's bloody nightshirt.

Robert looked at it then let it drop to the floor. "And then he rode through the window? My God." He couldn't even try to hide his admiration.

Longshanks slammed his hand down on the table. "His legend grows! It's worse than before already!"

The Princess arrived. "Good day, my lords."

"You mock us with a smile?" asked Edward.

"I am cheerful with a plan to soothe your miseries. If you wish to pretend a ghost rallies new volunteers in every Scottish town, I leave you to your hauntings. If you wish to take him and his sister, I know a way."

Edward snickered.

Isabelle looked at him with steel in her eyes. "I have faced him and her. Have you?"

"Let her speak," said Longshanks.

"They will fight you forever. But what do they fight for? Freedom and peace. So grant them."

"The little cow is insane," began Edward.

"Grant, as you do everything else, with treachery. Offer them a truce to discuss terms, and send me to my castle at Locharmbie as your emissary. They trust me. Pick thirty of your finest assassins for me to take along. I will set the meeting and the ambush."

Longshanks smiled. "You see, my delicate son? I have picked you a Queen."

"A truce?" William was sitting in his tent.

"Aye," said Hamish. "He has dispatched his daughter-in-law as his emissary, and she has sent word that she wishes to meet you…in a barn."

William frowned and his eyes narrowed. "A barn?" He stood to his feet and strode off. He ducked into his sister's tent…but she was gone.