In order to understand the history of Scotland, one must first understand the geography of the land. Scotland is separated by the Forth, which may be crossed at first at Stirling, which lies along a narrow isthmus of land that was marked by boggy marshland until the 18th century. Here marks the separation of the land and is known as the Highlands north of the Forth and the Lowlands south of the Forth.

During the time of Ptolemy, Scotland was inhabited in the Highlands by ten tribes: the Venicanes in Fife, the Carnovii in Caithness, the Creones between Loch Linnhe and Loch Carron. There were vast differences between the tribes north and south of the Forth/ Clyde line. In the south, seven tribes controlled more consolidated territorial or tribal tracts, while the ten northern tribes lived along the coastline in the north wielding power into the heart of the Highlands. In Galloway were the Novantae who were separated from the Damnonii in Clydesdale by the Carrick Hills. Controlling most of Lothian and Berwickshire and Northumberland were the Vatadini. In the south, the land was separated by natural features that ran north and south. The territory of the Vatadini was divided from the Selgavae in Liddesdale and Teviotdale with their control ending at the valley of Nith that marked the territory of the Navantae.

Even the Romans were unable to penetrate the Highlands of Scotland. This land was known by Tacitus as Caledonia. This land was again attempted by Emperor Septimus Severus in AD 209, who with a force of 40,000 men was unable to conquer the land of the Highland Scots: Caledonia. In AD 297 the first mention of Picts was made when they, along with the Scoti, or Irish, attacked Roman forces along the frontier.

References from the second half of the fourth century imply a division of the Picts into two groups: the Dicalydanes in Strathearn and Monteith and the Verturianes, divided by the Mounth.

The geography of the Highlands encouraged the development of a large number of separate tribes. History points to a great amount of migration and contact by sea. Due to the nature of the geography, the development of a strong authority was difficult.

The Scots are descended from the ancient Celts and are therefore marked with the Celtic gifts of orators and artists as well as noble warriors.

The Dal Riada (Scots from Ireland), a celtic group, arrived in Scotland before 500 AD and may have occurred long before this time.. It is believed that this group went to Scotland during a period of decline, such as a famine that began around the first century BC. This disaster seems to have ended by the second century AD and by 300 AD the society seems to have recovered, which may have led to a population explosion. Western Scotland, with whom the Scoti probably had a trading relationship, would have been an inviting prospect. In the 6th century, Gildas mentions the Irish in the northwest of Britain as joining the Picts in attacking the Romans. By the 8th century, Bede also included the Scots as residents of northwestern Britain. Even as early as 400 AD the Roman Claudian Claudianus mentions the Scot in the "remoter Britons".

Ptolemy's map of tribes of Scotland include the Brigantes, Parisii and Cassii, all European Celtic tribes. The Brigantes originated in Switzerland and Upper Bavaria; the Parisii from the area now known as Paris and the Cassi from the same group as the Veliocasses, Baliocasses etc. Some of the tribes included in Ptolemy's map arrived in Britain during or shortly following Caesar's invasion of Gaul such as the Parisii and Belgae and Attrebates.At the time of Tacitus the Caledonii were strong enough north of the Clyde to have the land named after them, Caledonia. Tacitus mentions a tribe, the Boresti, unmentioned in Ptolemy's map and perhaps absorbed into other tribes.

Using the legend of Cairbre Riata a date of Cairbre's emigration to Scotland may be placed at roughly 125 AD. It is possible that the Eoghanacht were the original founders of the Scots colony of Northern Britain. Cairbre Riata is said to have come from Munster and the Eoganacht dynasty who ruled Munster in the 5th and 6th century are said to have originated in Scotland.

Around 330 BC the first of the Scots to arrive in mainland Britain was Fergus, King of Ireland, son of Feradach. It is said that the Scots and the Picts had long been allies.

Heather Ale

From the bonny bells of heather
They brewed a drink long-syne,
Was sweeter far than honey,
Was stronger far than wine.
They brewed it and they drank it,
And lay in a blessed swound
For days and days together
In their dwellings underground.

There rose a king in Scotland,
A fell man to his foes,
He smote the Picts in battle,
He hunted them like roes.
Over miles of the red mountain
He hunted as they fled,
And strewed the dwarfish bodies
Of the dying and the dead.

Summer came in the country,
Red was the heather bell;
But the manner of the brewing
Was none alive to tell.
In graves that were like children’s
On many a mountain head,
The Brewsters of the Heather
Lay numbered with the dead.

The king in the red moorland
Rode on a summer’s day;
And the bees hummed, and the curlews
Cried beside the way.
The king rode, and was angry;
Black was his brow and pale,
To rule in a land of heather
And lack the Heather Ale.

It fortuned that his vassals,
Riding free on the heath,
Came on a stone that was fallen
And vermin hid beneath.
Rudely plucked from their hiding,
Never a word they spoke:
A son and his aged father—
Last of the dwarfish folk.

The king sat high on his charger,
He looked on the little men;
And the dwarfish and swarthy couple
Looked at the king again.
Down by the shore he had them;
And there on the giddy brink—
“I will give you life, ye vermin,
For the secret of the drink.”

There stood the son and father
And they looked high and low;
The heather was red around them,
The sea rumbled below.
And up and spoke the father,
Shrill was his voice to hear:
“I have a word in private,
A word for the royal ear.

“Life is dear to the aged,
And honor a little thing;
I would gladly sell the secret,”
Quoth the Pict to the King.
His voice was small as a sparrow’s,
And shrill and wonderful clear:
“I would gladly sell my secret,
Only my son I fear.

“For life is a little matter,
And death is nought to the young;
And I dare not sell my honor
Under the eye of my son.
Take him, O king, and bind him,
And cast him far in the deep;
And it ’s I will tell the secret
That I have sworn to keep.”

They took the son and bound him,
Neck and heels in a thong,
And a lad took him and swung him,
And flung him far and strong,
And the sea swallowed his body,
Like that of a child of ten;—
And there on the cliff stood the father,
Last of the dwarfish men.

“True was the word I told you:
Only my son I feared;
For I doubt the sapling courage
That goes without the beard.
But now in vain is the torture,
Fire shall never avail:
Here dies in my bosom
The secret of Heather Ale.”

Robert Louis Stevenson

   

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