Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Volume 2Scott, Walter
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Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Volume 2
Scott, Walter
Historical fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
Edward, attended by his former servant Alick Polwarth, who had
reentered his service at Edinburgh, reached Carlisle while the
commission of Oyer and Terminer on his unfortunate associates was
yet sitting. He had pushed forward in haste, not, alas! with the
most distant hope of saving Fergus, but to see him for the last
time. I ought to have mentioned that he had furnished funds for
the defence of the prisoners in the most liberal manner, as soon
as he heard that the day of trial was fixed. A solicitor and the
first counsel accordingly attended; but it was upon the same
footing on which the first physicians are usually summoned to the
bedside of some dying man of rank--the doctors to take the
advantage of some incalculable chance of an exertion of nature,
the lawyers to avail themselves of the barely possible occurrence
of some legal flaw. Edward pressed into the court, which was
extremely crowded; but by his arriving from the north, and his
extreme eagerness and agitation, it was supposed he was a relation
of the prisoners, and people made way for him. It was the third
sitting of the court, and there were two men at the bar. The
verdict of GUILTY was already pronounced. Edward just glanced at
the bar during the momentous pause which ensued. There was no
mistaking the stately form and noble features of Fergus Mac-Ivor,
although his dress was squalid and his countenance tinged with the
sickly yellow hue of long and close imprisonment. By his side was
Evan Maccombich. Edward felt sick and dizzy as he gazed on them;
but he was recalled to himself as the Clerk of Arraigns pronounced
the solemn words: 'Fergus Mac-Ivor of Glennaquoich, otherwise
called Vich Ian Vohr, and Evan Mac-Ivor, in the Dhu of
Tarrascleugh, otherwise called Evan Dhu, otherwise called Evan
Maccombich, or Evan Dhu MacCombich--you, and each of you, stand
attainted of high treason. What have you to say for yourselves why
the Court should not pronounce judgment against you, that you die
according to law?'
Fergus, as the presiding Judge was putting on the fatal cap of
judgment, placed his own bonnet upon his head, regarded him with a
steadfast and stern look, and replied in a firm voice, 'I cannot
let this numerous audience suppose that to such an appeal I have
no answer to make. But what I have to say you would not bear to
hear, for my defence would be your condemnation. Proceed, then, in
the name of God, to do what is permitted to you. Yesterday and the
day before you have condemned loyal and honourable blood to be
poured forth like water. Spare not mine. Were that of all my
ancestors in my veins, I would have perilled it in this quarrel.'
He resumed his seat and refused again to rise.
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