We're traveling in time as well as space today, traveling back to Ancient Ireland.
I called at the castle, which, even then, appears to have stood for eons.*
I knocked at the door of one of the chambers. The door opened, and...what on earth was that?
He didn't say much, but he was very friendly. He offered me a seat and a cup of tea.
The library provided a small but comfortable nook in which to curl up and while away the hours.
Down below was a different story. The dungeon was empty, but bore signs of the misery of its inhabitants.
Outside stood a circle of stones whose purpose I could not divine. Beyond the stones were thatched-roof cottages, located near a quiet stream. Then I made the most shocking discovery of all: these ancients had discovered...
Needless to say, after seeing that, I required liquid fortification. I retreated back inside the castle walls, to the bar. "Barkeep! A mug of your best mead!"
(Inspired by and apologies to Prim Perfect magazine's March 2010 issue and its trip to Ancient Ireland. At least I didn't quote Yeats, though I thought about quoting the Waterboys. - RJ)
* When I read my friend Mr. Antfarm's accounting of Mr. JohnnyTreadLightly Nightfire's medieval castle, I thought I was seeing double. But, indeed, the Ancient Ireland castle is Mr. Nightfire's design. Complete with pub, I'm glad to say.