'For you, Fergus Mac-Ivor,' continued the Judge, 'I can hold out no hope of mercy.

You must prepare against to-morrow for your last sufferings here, and your great audit hereafter.' 'I desire nothing else, my lord,' answered Fergus, in the same manly and firm tone.
The hard eyes of Evan, which had been perpetually bent on his Chief, were moistened with a tear.

'For you, poor ignorant man,' continued the Judge, 'who, following the ideas in which you have been educated, have this day given us a striking example how the loyalty due to the king and state alone, is, from your unhappy ideas of clanship, transferred to some ambitious individual, who ends by making you the tool of his crimes--for you, I say, I feel so much compassion, that if you can make up your mind to petition for grace, I will endeavour to procure if for you.

Otherwise--' 'Grace me no grace,' said Evan; 'since you are to shed Vich Ian Vohr's blood, the only favour I would accept from you, is--to bid them loose my hands and gie me my claymore, and bide you just a minute sitting where you are!' 'Remove the prisoners,' said the Judge; 'his blood be upon his own head.' Almost stupefied with his feelings, Edward found that the rush of the crowd had conveyed him out into the street, ere he knew what he was doing .-- His immediate wish was to see and speak with Fergus once more.
He applied at the Castle where his unfortunate friend was confined, but was refused admittance.

'The High Sheriff,' a non-commissioned officer said, 'had requested of the governor that none should be admitted to see the prisoner excepting his confessor and his sister.' 'And where was Miss Mac-Ivor ?' They gave him the direction, It was the house of a respectable Catholic family near Carlisle.
Repulsed from the gate of the Castle, and not venturing to make application to the High Sheriff or Judges in his own unpopular name, he had recourse to the solicitor who came down in Fergus's behalf.