Uhlla

"Why is it called Uhlla's Fall?" the woman asked. They were on the bluffs overlooking the cove, the rowboat abandoned on the shingle beach below. Beyond the Old Man the smugglers' ship ploughed a steady course towards the rocks beneath the cliffs, the tiller having been lashed in place by the tightest of the woman's knots.

"Never thought to ask," Frentis said, not caring that she would sense the lie. Caenis had told him the story, the cove had been named for a woman, lovelorn when her man was called to sea in service to some forgotten king's war. Every day she would climb the Old Man's treacherous flanks to stand on the summit and watch for his return. For weeks then months she climbed, through sun and rain, snow and gale.
Then one day his ship hove into view, and when she could see him waving from the prow, she cast herself from the Old Man, finding death on the rocks below. For he had been untrue to her before he sailed, and she wished that he witness her end.