The braw lord stopped speaking, and all the Hielandmen and Lowlandmen drew and held up and brandished their claymores and swords.
The flash ran around like the levin.

I kenned that they shouted, all thae gay shadows! I saw the pipers' cheeks fill with wind, and the bags of the pipes fill.

Then ane drew on a fine silken rope, and up the pole there went a braw silken banner, and it sailed out in the wind.

And there was mair shouting and brandishing.

But what think ye might next befall?
That gowden ball, gowden like the sun before it drops, that topped the pole, it fell! I marked it fall, and the heads dodge, and it rolled upon the ground....