Ruthin Castle, King Arthur’s Tale
King Arthur’s Tale
I King Arthur invade the writer who sits before me, himself a descendent from Wales, to share with him a story about why I so loved Ruthin. It is a place to which I once escaped to meet my love in private and to enjoy the tranquility there. My Knights could watch and defend my privacy if it were not for one Huail who sought the heart of my love there. She was not dissuaded from her passion for me, though I was forced to defend her honor and my own reputation against this menace.
I had once before encountered Huail and in the fight he stabbed my knee and then ran away as he had no stomach to finish. My leg bears a scar and the mar serves to remind me to never let him go again.
So, here I was with my lovely, having joyful conversation and a mug of brew in the presence of musicians who are want to sing and dance as Welshman well perform. There too is Huail, dancing with the ladies and mocking my disability.
Not knowing that my hearing is keen, I overheard him saying to the ladies, "This dancing were all right if it were not for the knee."
With that, I ordered, “Off with his head.”
So, there you see in front of Ruthin Castle the stone where Huail gave way.
Author’s note: If it weren’t for the Purple Door and Nickels we wouldn’t be having this conversation.