THE MARCH The conflicting passions and exhausted feelings of Waverley had resigned him to late but sound repose.

He was dreaming of Glennaquoich, and had transferred to the halls of Ian nan Chaistel the festal train which so lately graced those of Holyrood.

The pibroch too was distinctly heard; and this at least was no delusion, for the 'proud step of the chief piper' of the 'chlain Mac-Ivor' was perambulating the court before the door of his Chieftain's quarters, and, as Mrs.Flockhart, apparently no friend to his minstrelsy, was pleased to observe, 'garring the very stane-and-lime wa's dingle wi' his screeching.' Of course, it soon became too powerful for Waverley's dream, with which it had at first rather harmonized.
The sound of Callum's brogues in his apartment (for Mac-Ivor had again assigned Waverley to his care) was the next note of parting.

'Winna yere honour bang up?
Vich Ian Vohr and ta Prince are awa to the lang green glen ahint the clachan, tat they ca' the King's Park, and mony ane's on his ain shanks the day, that will be carried on ither folk's ere night.' [The main body of the Highland army encamped, or rather bivouacked, in that part of the King's Park which lies towards the village of Duddingston.] Waverley sprang up, and, with Callum's assistance and instructions, adjusted his tartans in proper costume.

Callum told him also, 'tat his leather DORLACH wi' the lock on her was come frae Doune, and she was awa again in the wain wi' Vich Inn Vohr's walise,' By this periphrasis Waverley readily apprehended his portmanteau was intended.