find,
The t'other half he whistled down the wind.'

CHAPTER XV

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 lan 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
harmonised.

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 yer
honour bang up? Vich lan Vohr and ta Prince are awa to the lang green
glen ahint the clachan, tat they ca' the King's Park, [Footnote: 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.] and mony
ane's on his ain shanks the day that will be carried on ither folk's ere
night.'

Waverley sprung 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 Ian Vohr's walise.'

By this periphrasis Waverley readily apprehended his portmanteau was
intended. He thought upon the mysterious packet of the maid of the
cavern, which seemed always to escape him when within his very grasp. But
this was no time for indulgence of curiosity; and having declined Mrs.
Flockhart's compliment of a MORNING, i.e. a matutinal dram, being
probably the only man in the Chevalier's army by whom such a courtesy
would have been rejected, he made his adieus and departed with Callum.

'Callum,' said he, as they proceeded down a dirty close to gain the
southern skirts of the Canongate, 'what shall I do for a horse?'

'Ta deil ane ye maun think o',' said Callum. 'Vich Ian Vohr's marching on
foot at the head o' his kin (not to say ta Prince, wha does the like),
wi' his target on his shoulder; and ye maun e'en be neighbour-like.'

'And so I will, Callum, give m