William Wallace leads his men quickly back to Scotland from York after hearing that the English are landing forces behind him. On a wooded hillside Steven, one of his lieutenants, returns after scouting ahead.

Steven

It’s true, the English ships are moving up from the South, I don’t know about the Welsh yet, but the Irish have landed, I had to see it with my own eyes before I could believe it.

Hamish

What the hell are the Irish doing fighting with the English?

I wouldn’t worry about them, didn’t I tell you before? It’s my island.

William Wallace and his men squat around a cauldron filled with broth, dipping hunks of bread into it. One of Wallace's soldiers brings over some new volunteers. One, a Scotsman, introduces himself and speaks with Wallace. Another, an Irishman, wanders around and helps himself to some broth.

Steven

Him? That can't be William Wallace, I'm prettier than this man.

He eats the broth.

Steven

(looking upwards)

Alright, father, I'll ask him.

(turning to Wallace)

If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?

Hamish

Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the almighty?

Steven

In order to find his equal an Irishman is forced to talk to God.

(looking up)

Yes, father?

(looking back at the men)

The almighty says don't change the subject just answer the fucking question.