Category: Bride for Bedivere

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...

He was grinning still, and I thought there had never been anything I loathed more than that grimace – not even my father’s face twisted in drunkenness. He said: ‘And if I were to carry...

The rain had gone, the dusk was calm, the sky glowing in the west, and I felt the need for fresh air after being cooped up all day in the house. And the need for...

I would not deny what had happened to me under the Arthur tree, nor belittle it. His kiss had aroused a feeling in me I had never known or imagined. I could vouch for my...

Long before Jane was pushed down a mine-shaft, before her fictional contemporary Alice fell down the rabbit-hole, even before King Arthur trod the bleak landscape, people had been coming to the west country for tin....

From his pocket he took a small black velvet bag, tied with black cord. He undid the cord and opened it, tipping the contents into his free hand. Stones flashed in the lamplight. They were...

I could no longer see my hand before my face: I might as well have been blind. I thought of the miners, who had worked down here. At least they had had lanterns. But even...