Zerbellini now knelt before his father, who, straining him closely to his bosom, wept over him.—In a moment, yells and cries were heard; and a thousand torches illumined the wood. Some stood in horror to contemplate the murdered form of Lady Margaret; others, with shouts of triumph, conveyed the heir of Delaval to his home. Mrs. Seymour, Mac Allain, and others, received with transport the long lost boy: shouts of delight and cheers, long and repeated, proclaimed his return. The rumour of these events spread far and wide; the concourse of people who crowded around to hear and inquire, and see their young lord, was immense. A mournful silence succeeded. Lady Margaret’s body was conveyed to the castle. Buchanan followed in hopeless grief: he prest the duke’s hand; then rushed from his presence. He sought St. Clare. “Where is Glenarvon?” he cried. “In his blood, in his blood, I must revenge my own wrongs and a mother’s death.” Glenarvon was gone. One only attendant had followed him, O’Kelly, who had prepared every thing for his flight. Upon that night they had made their escape, O’Kelly, either ignorant of his master’s crimes, or willing to appear so, tried severely but faithful to the last. They sailed: they reached the English shore; and before the rumour of these events could have had time to spread, Glenarvon had taken the command of his ship, following with intent to join the British fleet, far away from his enemies and his friends. Macpherson was immediately seized. He acknowledged that Lord Glenarvon, driven to the necessity of concealing himself, had, with Lady Margaret and Count Gondimar’s assistance, assumed the name of Viviani, until the time when he appeared in his own character at St. Alvin’s Priory. The rest of the confession he had privately made concerning the child was found to be true. Witnesses were called. The mother of Billy Kendall and La Crusca corroborated the fact. La Crusca and Macpherson received sentence of death. CHAPTER CIII.