The young chief, although he certainly saw the glover and the herdsman enter, did not address any personal salute to either, and their places were assigned them in a distant corner, far beneath the salt, a huge piece of antique silver plate, the only article of value that the table displayed, and which was regarded by the clan as a species of palladium, only produced and used on the most solemn occasions, such as the present.
The Booshalloch, somewhat discontented, muttered to Simon as he took his place: "These are changed days, friend.

His father, rest his soul, would have spoken to us both; but these are bad manners which he has learned among you Sassenachs in the Low Country." To this remark the glover did not think it necessary to reply; instead of which he adverted to the evergreens, and particularly to the skins and other ornaments with which the interior of the bower was decorated.
The most remarkable part of these ornaments was a number of Highland shirts of mail, with steel bonnets, battle axes, and two handed swords to match, which hung around the upper part of the room, together with targets highly and richly embossed.

Each mail shirt was hung over a well dressed stag's hide, which at once displayed the armour to advantage and saved it from suffering by damp.
"These," whispered the Booshalloch, "are the arms of the chosen champions of the Clan Quhele.

They are twenty-nine in number, as you see, Eachin himself being the thirtieth, who wears his armour today, else had there been thirty.

And he has not got such a good hauberk after all as he should wear on Palm Sunday.