In the spectacular film Braveheart, the love story of William Wallace and Murrron MacClannough is told. It begins when young William is at the funeral of his brother and father.
Murron picks a thistle and gives it to the young boy. No words are spoken, but the eyes of both reveal that they have a sealed destiny.
Twenty years pass and William returns to his home where he finds Murron once again. He had kept the thistle with him all this time.
They wed secretly because of the law droit du seigneur which gave the Englishman nobleman the right to sleep with the wife of any of his vassals on their wedding night. Their happiness is short lived, and Murron is cruelly murdered by the English Lord.
Based on history or the writing of Blind Harry the story is somewhat different. The wife of William was Marion Cornellia Wallace (Braidfute) of Lamington.
The film changed her name from Marion to Murron in order to avoid confusion with Maid Marion of the Robin Hood stories. Guess there were too many Marions in history, and the viewing audience was not given enough credit to discern the different between the Scottish Wallace and the English Robin Hood legends. There are major differences between English tights and Scottish kilts.
Based on Blind Harry, William and Marion had a byous love when he was present. Marion was executed in her home because she delayed the soldiers as her husband made his escape.
Filled with rage, William returned and murdered the sheriff in his bedchamber. Of course his vengeance could not restore his Marion to him.
He could only hold her and caress her in his memories and dreams. On cold Scottish nights memories and dreams of one’s beloved still leave one physically cold and without the human touch.
Valentine’s Day is passed for another year. February with its 29 days is fast approaching its journey’s end.
However, love in its purest form is not assigned to a day, a week or a month. Love is like the thistle of Braveheart.
It thrives nestled near the heart of the beloved. Two lives become one in the spring tides.
They brave the summer torrents. Fall encases the living stream of love with chromatic leaves of autumn.
When the bleak winter of love arrives, the thistle is laid to rest on the breast of the beloved. Like the young romantic poet’s cry
“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”
Humans may cease on this terrestrial plane, but love is eternal. Like ambrosia, the nectar of the gods, love always finds two new hearts to embrace for the journey on the road of the seasons.
G. D. Williams © 2016
Marion Cornellia Wallace (Braidfute) of Lamington
Life of Sir William Wallace of Elderslie
Ode To The West Wind
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 – 1822
A Gift of Thistle And The Secret Wedding