"They are all the sons of Alpin, from whom, I think, our country has its name."Robert Louis Stevenson, Catriona (1892), pt. I, ch. 10
"What country is that?" I asked.
"My country and yours," said she.
"This is my day for discovering I think," said I, "for I always thought the name of it was Scotland."
"Scotland is the name of what you call Ireland," she replied. "But the old ancient true name of this place that we have our footsoles on, and that our bones are made of, will be Alban. It was Alban they called it when our forefathers will be fighting for it against Rome and Alexander; and it is called so still in your own tongue that you forget."
"Troth," said I, "and that I never learned!" For I lacked heart to take her up about the Macedonian.