Hara Scaere Lynn, as the waterfall was known, was west of the Roman road and a bit north of the fork, along an old footpath that led to a stream called the Hara Burn.  Reda gazed at the Lynn, water tumbling over the rocks as it had done since the god Magon placed them just so, ages before it became a meeting place of men, for hart and hind, for rabbit and fox and for all to meet in peace.  Chieftains and Kings joined in consul at the falls long before the arrival of Romans or DalRiada, or even the Otanedii, he thought.  Now there was another consul, the first for Reda, and the future rested on the decisions they would make.  Reda was both excited and terrified.

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