Ghosts of the Heart, Chapter 17
“Where are you off to tomorrow?”
“Glastonbury. Dad and I often talked of visiting there and climbing the Tor.”
“Straight into the very heart of Story.” There was a smile in his voice. “Be certain to visit the Abbey. Arthur and Guinevere are buried there.”
“King Arthur? He was real?” Tired as she was, Sophie would have pried her eyes open with toothpicks to hear that story from this man’s lips.
“Yes, of course, but,” he paused, as Sophie’s face lit up, “I’m afraid that’s not my tale to tell today.”