He moved towards the open door of the hut, attempting to draw me after him. I was shocked again by the full realization of his intentions, now undisguised. At the same time I understood that...

The dinner was a special one. We dined well normally at Carmaliot – too well, I thought – but this particular meal, as I had gathered from a muttered snatch of conversation between two of...

It was Sir Thomas Malory in Morte d’Arthur who created the image of Camelot, the fabled capital of King Arthur’s realm and potent symbol of the Arthurian world. The precise location of Camelot is not...

After dinner, while his three sons made up a whist table with Lady Bedivere, Sir Donald spoke to me. We sat together on the far side of the room from the card players, and were...

I had dreams. I could not recall later what they had been, but I knew they were nightmarish. There was fear in them, a fear which was the more powerful for being undefined. Then at...

We reached the gates, and Harry stopped to look back for a final view of the green sweep up to the grey and pink granite of the house. He gripped my arm. ‘It’s good to...

‘The ruins of the castle further along the lake are twelfth century, but these are said to be the remains of an earlier structure. Roman, maybe.’ ‘Or the castle in which the Lady of the...