
Holywell, UK
On Christmas Eve I rode upon Gringalet through marsh and mire, hoping that I would find shelter. Then when I came through open parkland I saw a fine castle sitting on a hill above a deep valley with a wide stream. "Thank God" I said as I arrived to the castles moat " Good sir! Grant me entrance, I pray you, and tell the lord of this castle that I am a knight of King Arthur's court passing this way upon a quest."(88). With a kind smile the porter let me in. I arri...