Tales Of Castle Rory

There is a particular comfort in the idea of a lost land. To call a place “lost” is to suggest accident rather than intent, misfortune rather than resistance. It softens the violence required to take it back. Across centuries, rulers have returned […]

There is a tendency, when we think of medieval prayer, to imagine cloistered monks rising in the night, chanting in cold stone choirs, and returning to their cells in silence. And it is true: the great monastic houses ordered their entire existence […]

The lord of a border castle wakes at dawn, and begins his day with prayer. Kneeling before a simple crucifix, he recites the Lord’s Prayer in Latin, then reads from a psalter. By the time he rises, the household is stirring. The […]