In which Waverley rises from uneasy slumber to join the stirring Highland army preparing to march from the skirts of Edinburgh, where the gathering clans form a rugged yet spirited spectacle beneath the shadow of Arthur’s Seat. The brave if motley band, armed in varying degrees with sword and musket and accompanied by their solitary piece of artillery, advances amid the clang of pipes and cries of rallying chiefs, as the day's campaign unfolds with a blend of wildness and martial order.