Warwick Deeping,
Uther and Igraine — Book IV: Chapter V
(1903)
“ Gorlois ordered the castle into a state of siege, and with the night an atmosphere of suspense gathered about Tintagel. About midnight some dozen points of fire burst out redly on the hills. Sudden and sinister they shone like beacon fires, but by whom lit the castle folks could not tell. Men idled on the walls, shoulder to shoulder, talking in undertones, with now and again a bluff oath to invoke courage. The black infinite, above, around, seemed to hem the place as eternity hems the soul. War and death lurked in the dark, and on the rocks the sea kept up a perpetual moan. ”
