 of ambition and wrath
for a brother-in-law.«
    The Baron, whose learning (like Sancho's jests while in the Sierra Morena)
seemed to grow mouldy for want of exercise, joyfully embraced the opportunity of
Waverley's offering his service in his regiment, to bring it into some exertion.
The good-natured old gentleman, however, laboured to effect a reconciliation
between the two quondam friends. Fergus turned a cold ear to his remonstrances,
though he gave them a respectful hearing; and as for Waverley, he saw no reason
why he should be the first in courting a renewal of the intimacy which the
Chieftain had so unreasonably disturbed. The Baron then mentioned the matter to
the Prince, who, anxious to prevent quarrels in his little army, declared he
would himself remonstrate with Colonel Mac-Ivor on the unreasonableness of his
conduct. But, in the hurry of their march, it was a day or two before he had an
opportunity to exert his influence in the manner proposed.
    In the meanwhile, Waverley turned the instructions he had received while in
Gardiner's dragoons to some account, and assisted the Baron in his command as a
sort of adjutant. »Parmi les aveugles un borgne est roi,« says the French
proverb; and the cavalry, which consisted chiefly of Lowland gentlemen, their
tenants and servants, formed a high opinion of Waverley's skill, and a great
attachment to his person. This was indeed partly owing to the satisfaction which
they felt at the distinguished English volunteer's leaving the Highlanders to
rank among them; for there was a latent grudge between the horse and foot, not
only owing to the difference of the services, but because most of the gentlemen,
living near the Highlands, had at one time or other had quarrels with the tribes
in their vicinity, and all of them looked with a jealous eye on the Highlanders'
avowed pretensions to superior valour, and utility in the Prince's service.
 

                             Chapter Fifty-Eighth.

                     The Confusion of King Agramant's Camp.

It was Waverley's custom sometimes to ride a little apart from the main body, to
look at any object of curiosity which occurred on the march. They were now in
Lancashire, when, attracted by a castellated old hall, he left the squadron for
half-an-hour, to take a survey and slight sketch of it. As he returned down the
avenue, he was met by Ensign Maccombich. This man had contracted a sort of
regard for Edward since the day of his first seeing him at Tully-Veolan, and
introducing
