Katie looked up as her husband entered the room. "What is it?"
"It's time for me to pay homage to England…for the Scottish throne."
Robert the Bruce, flanked by noblemen and the banner of the Scottish throne and backed the ragtag army of the Scots, sat on his horse and looked down at the English generals.
Among the Scottish army, which was the remains of William Wallace's army, stood Hamish and Stephen. They both had their swords and shield inscribed with the word, "Freedom."
Katie appeared on her black horse beside Robert. She was dressed all in white and her hair shone in the afternoon sun.
The English commanded turned to his captain. "I hope you washed your ass this morning. It's never been kissed by a king and his queen before."
Robert looked at the English for a long moment, then he turned and looked at his own army. He met the eyes of Hamish and Stephen and held them for a long moment. Then he looked at his wife. Slowly his eyes went to her stomach, where he knew their unborn child rested.
Craig sighed. "Come, let's get it over with."
Robert held Katie's eyes. "No." He turned to the army and shouted, "You have bled with William Wallace and his sister. Now…bleed with his sister and I. William is dead. But let him not die in vain." He drew his sword and pointed it at the sky.
And a cry rose from the Scots, as if rising from a tomb. "Wal-lace! Wal-lace!" The chant built into a frenzy and it shook the earth.