The Scottish king, who conquered the land of the Picts, rode over the sea, and blooming heather rustled on the rocks above him. The king was gloomy - the Picts knew the secret of heather ale, which the conqueror wanted so much. And then his vassals forcibly pulled the child, the last of the Picts, out from under the stone. His hair was so tangled that it was hard to tell if he was a boy or a girl. The King frowned and said:

I will give you life, you vermin, for the secret of the drink.