From Gretna Green to Land's End : a literary journey in England . g of the sort,but reckless of life and limb we followed herdown an abrupt bank and over a hummockybit of ground to the very brink, as she assuredus, of the bottomless tarn. We tried to thinkwe saw a glimmer, although we heard noteven the ripple washing in the reeds,And the wild water lapping on the crag. Lacking an Excalibur, I cast a stone intothe invisible, hoping I might hit Tregeagle,but the hollow splash that came back arousedsuch uncanny echoes we all three with oneaccord skurried away and scrabbled downthose sandy ruts to
From Gretna Green to Land's End : a literary journey in England . g of the sort,but reckless of life and limb we followed herdown an abrupt bank and over a hummockybit of ground to the very brink, as she assuredus, of the bottomless tarn. We tried to thinkwe saw a glimmer, although we heard noteven the ripple washing in the reeds,And the wild water lapping on the crag. Lacking an Excalibur, I cast a stone intothe invisible, hoping I might hit Tregeagle,but the hollow splash that came back arousedsuch uncanny echoes we all three with oneaccord skurried away and scrabbled downthose sandy ruts to the haven of the we gratefully munched our sandwiches,we reflected that perhaps the mystical merewas more impressive so than if we had actu-ally beheld that little fresh-water pond, abouta mile in circumference and some eight orten feet deep, lying on its mid-Cornwalltableland with the crest of Brown Gilly ris-ing up behind. Our eyes had told us noth-ing that we could urge against Malorysgeography, with its sea-route from Dozmareto Glastonbury. 360. ( UUUCll OK ST. CULl MB MINOR CORNWAU. Then Sir Bedivere took the King upon his back,and so went with him to that water side, and whenthey were at the water side, even fast by the bank hoveda httle barge with many fair ladies in it, and amongthem all was a queen, and all they had black hoods,and all they wept and shrieked when they saw KingArthur. Now put me into the barge, said the King;and so he did softly. And there received him threequeens with great mourning, and so they sat themdown, and in one of their laps King Arthur laid hishead, and then that queen said, Ah, dear brother,why have ye tarried so long from me. Alas; thiswound on your head hath caught overmuch cold. Andso then they rowed from the land, and Sir Bediverecried, Ah, my lord Arthur, what shall become of me,now ye go from me and leave me here alone amongmine enemies. Comfort thyself, said the King, and do as well as thou mayst, for in me is no trust fo
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