William Wallace was, perhaps, one of the greatest men to ever
live. In the early thirteen hundreds, against all odds, he fought the mighty
country of England, who sought to overtake and conquer his native homeland of
Scotland. Through Divine Providence, he several times soundly defeated the
English at such battles as Stirling Bridge and Brigger. Without the aid of the
nobles of his country, many of whom were fighting for the English, without the
aid of vast amounts of money, he took on the flower of English knighthood and
fought them again and again, and defeated them, despite the fact that his wife
was killed, his friends deserted him, and he was betrayed and left to die on
the battlefield of Fallkirk.
Out of patience, he went to France to seek aid, when he
returned, he found his few remaining friends had deserted him, leaving the
Scottish people to groan under the yoke of oppression to seek their own
interests.
At last, after years of fighting, Wallace was betrayed by a
friend, and dragged to London to be executed. In the words of one historian:
“He was loaded with irons and taken at once to London…Wallace spent a
long cold night chained in a cart, there being no room for him inside. (of Carlisle
Castle) The wheels of justice, so called, moved with lightning speed in
disposing of the Scottish patriot. The day after he arrived in London, August
22, he was taken to the great hall of Westminster. A scaffold had been erected
at one end and he was placed there, wearing a laurel wreath, a form of mockery
typical of the period. Charges were made against him of being a traitor to the
king (he had sworn allegiance only to the King of Scotland and so could not be
a traitor to Edward), of sedition, homicides, depredations, fires, and
felonies.
As he had been declared an outlaw, he was not allowed to make any answer
in his own defense…The fate of William Wallace had already been determined and
the trial was no more than a formality. He was found guilty by five judges, who
sat on the case and was condemned to die by the now familiar method, he was to
be hanged, drawn, and quartered.
The sentence was carried out without so much as an hour’s delay. Wallace was
taken from Westminster to the tower and then through the streets crowded with
avid watchers to Smithfield, being dragged the whole distance on a hurdle at
the heels of the horses. The gallows at Smithfield had been raised high so that
multitude assembled could see the body turn on the hempen rope. He was cut down
before dead and was mutilated in the manner prescribed by law. His head was
struck from his lifeless trunk and was hoist on a spear above London bridge.
Edward was one of the very few men in London who did not see Wallace die.
The body was cut into quarters and distributed for display in Stirling,
Perth, Newcastle, and Berwick.
It is said by one historian that as Wallace was about to be
pulled up on the rope for the last time, he was asked if he had anything to
say, to which he replied by shouting at the top of his voice “Freedom!” And
then the rope was pulled taught.
May God grant us the courage to do the same for Christ’s cause.
Through His Strength We Will Conquer,
Andrew C. Abbott
Oh my word. I'm what could be called a "Wallace fanatic" and tho' I haven't read that particular account of his execution, I have read one similar.
ReplyDeleteThe way in which he stood for right in the face of all adversity! What a truely great example for the rest of us to follow.
The account written by Jane Porter in the book Scottish Chiefs, I would have to say is my favorite book besides the Bible.
Miss Porter goes into great detail on Wallace's character, and how he served God to the very last.
Her account of his last days on this earth, is truely amazing. His faith could not be shaken. His hope in God sustained him.
The way in which he stood for right, should be inspiration for us all to repeat the like deeds.
Thank you ever so much for this post! :) I knew some of the details of his execution, but not all.
Reading books about him, I feel almost as if I knew him; so reading abou his death is rather difficult. :/ He is one that will be mourned throughout the ages...
But, I'm just strange that way I guess.