

London, UK
On Christmas Eve, I rode upon Gringalet through marsh and m,ire, and prayed that I might find shelter. I came through open parkland to a fine castle set on a little hill above a deep valley where flowed a wide stream. A fair lawn lay in front of it and many great oak trees on either side: there was a moat before the castle and a low palisade of wood. With a kindly smile the porter opened the gate and I rode over the drawbridge and into the courtyeard. And there w...