Chapter FiveLarentia was sitting in the sunshine on a grass incline that led up to the keep.
Because the sun was so hot, she had taken off her bonnet and the shawl that she had put over her shoulders, and Tennyson’s poem of the Holy Grail was on her lap.
She was reading the words carefully, feeling that somehow they held a message for her, but she was not certain exactly what she would find.
She only knew that the words created pictures in her mind somehow linked with the beauty of the Castle and the atmosphere of mysticism, which was inescapable wherever she went or looked.
For the moment she had forgotten her own troubles and difficulties and was swept away into an ancient land of the past where Arthur’s Knights rode out to save and rescue the women who were menaced by evil in any fo
