Robert Bruce and the Spider.
Long ago in Scotland, a brave leader named Robert Bruce wanted his country to be free from English rule and to choose its own king and laws. He was crowned King of Scots, but a crown did not make life easy.
The Cave by the Sea
Enemies hunted him, food ran low and bad news rode on every wind. After several defeats he had to hide in a cave from the soldiers who searched for him.
The cave was cold and damp. Rain beat on the rocks. Waves rolled and hissed along the shore. Inside that dark place, Robert pulled his cloak tight and tried to rest. He felt tired. Tired of losing, tired of hiding, tired of wondering if he should give up.
“Six times I’ve tried,” he murmured, counting on his fingers. “Six times I’ve been beaten. How many more can I bear?”
He had chosen clever plans. He had swung his axe and stood beside brave men. Still, the enemy pressed him back. Some friends were dead. Others had been taken. Villagers were afraid to help. He was a king, yes, but a king without a throne. The cave was his castle; the wind was his only music.
Why Was He Fighting?
Robert fought for Scotland’s freedom. He wanted Scottish laws made by Scots. He wanted farmers safe in their fields and children growing under a sky that truly felt like home. He believed Scotland should be ruled in Scotland, for the good of Scotland.
Yet noble ideas are hard to carry when your feet are wet and your belly is empty. Doubt crept closer as he watched the cave roof fade into shadow.
The Spider in the Cave
Then he noticed a small movement above. A spider swung on a silver thread, aiming for a tiny ledge of rock. The jump looked impossible for such a little creature.
The spider leapt—and missed.
It tried again—and missed.
Again—missed.
Again—missed.
Again—missed.
Again—missed.
Robert counted in a whisper. “Once, twice, thrice… four, five, six. Just like me.” The cave seemed to hold its breath.
The spider hung still. Perhaps it rested. Perhaps it simply gathered strength, the way small creatures do, without fuss or complaint. Robert knew that feeling…
The Promise in the Dark
“If the spider tries once more and succeeds, I will try once more too. If it fails, I will leave this struggle.”
The spider swayed forward, steadied itself and sprang.
The thread caught. Tiny legs held fast. Quick and careful, it fixed another line, then another. A web began to grow in the cave’s dark corner, thread by shining thread.
Robert Bruce smiled for the first time in many days. “A small creature has given a great lesson,” he said. “I will go back. I will try a seventh time.”
Back to the People
At dawn he left the cave. He crossed heather hills and slipped through birch woods. He knocked on farmhouse doors and spoke quietly. Old friends heard he would not give up. New friends heard Scotland could still stand proud.
He did not build a huge army at once. Step by step, he gathered steady hearts—farmers who knew the fields, fishermen who knew the tides, shepherds who knew the folds of the hills. They trained where the ground was rough and the heather thick. They shared simple meals and simple hopes. Each day they practised long spears, short axes and quick feet. Each night they watched for enemy scouts and for the moon rising over the moors.
Robert did not rush. Patience could be powerful. When storms came, he kept his men safe. When chances came, he took them carefully. When fear whispered, he remembered the spider’s leap.
Small Wins, Growing Hope
First, there was a narrow path through a forest. Robert’s men waited there, quiet as owls. When a larger force tried to pass, the Scots blocked the way with thick spears and drove them back. It was a small victory, yet it warmed their hearts.
Next, there was a stone bridge over a marsh. Robert studied the soft ground and the water’s flow. He chose his moment well. His men struck fast, then vanished into the hills before a larger army could form.
Step by step, hope returned to Scotland.
A Great Day for Scotland
At last the English king’s army marched north in strength. Steel flashed on helmets. Drums thudded. Banners snapped in the wind. The two sides faced each other near a place called Bannockburn.
Robert rode a plain horse. His men stood close together in thick lines, long spears pointing out like a thorny hedgehog. Across the field, the enemy knights shone like steel fish in the sun.
Robert raised his hand. “Steady,” he called. “Remember your training. Stand firm, help one another, and do not break the line. We fight for our homes. We fight for our children. We fight for Scotland.”
The enemy charged. Hooves hammered the turf. The ground shook. Yet the Scottish line held. The soft earth slowed the heavy horses. The long spears kept the knights from breaking in. Again and again the enemy tried to split the ranks. Again and again the Scots closed the gaps and stood firm.
When the fight finally turned, it turned like a great wheel. The enemy line wavered, then cracked, then broke. After the battle the field fell quiet except for the wind in the grass and the cheers of men who had stood together and had not been moved.
Scotland had won an important victory and word of it carried far on the wind.
A Victory with Roots in a Web
When the noise faded and the banners were lifted, Robert Bruce remembered the cave and smiled. A tiny spider had not known it was being watched. It had only done what spiders do: try, fail, and try again until the web was strong.
Robert told the story to his men around their campfires. Parents told it to their children. Teachers told it in their schools. The story stayed because it fits in any pocket:
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again.
LET’S DISCUSS THE STORY ~ IDEAS FOR TALKING WITH KIDS
Perseverance & Smart Choices
- When did you try again after failing—what changed on your “seventh try”?
- Is it brave to wait for the right moment, like Robert and the spider did? Why?
- Which helps more in tough times: strength, cleverness, or patience? Explain.
Leadership & Point of View
- Why was Robert hiding—was that weakness or wisdom? What would you do?
- How might a soldier, a villager, and Robert each tell this story differently?
- What promise would you make to yourself before trying again?
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