PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Gawain, dressed in a forest green coat, stopped for a moment to admire some scarlet flower petals. The castle Hautdesert, now reduced to a tourist attraction, stood before him stirring lost emotions.
It was a bit early for the plebian crowds, but the main entrance was open for business. The tall man of green mourned silently at how the legends of old had been reduced to children’s tales.
Paying the fee in modern script, he quickly deviated from the visitor’s path to the hidden chamber where the sword Galatine could be found. With this, he would defeat England’s terrible invaders.
