In the heart of the quiet countryside of southwest England, a yellow limestone hill rises sharply above the village of South Cadbury. Old men who have lived all their lives in its shadow have strange tales to tell. It’s a hollow hill, they believe, and if, on St. John’s Eve, the summer solstice, you could find the golden gates that lead inside, you would discover King Arthur holding court. Sometimes, they say, on stormy winter nights, you can hear the king trot by along the well-worn track. As one man put it, "Folks do say that on the night of the full moon King Arthur and his men ride round
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