Fire in the Vale Blog Archive on September 12, 2009, 15:56

by Elizabeth Liberty, age 12

The stable yard of the Castle Vale was truly a magnificent place. The heavenly scent of the stalls and pasture drifted through the fresh autumn air. Leather and apples, hay and horses, moss and trees and sun on stone each added their part in the early morning breeze. The dew-covered grass sent up a clean, fresh, green perfume to waft into the noses of the stable-boys, whistling cheerful tunes as they went about their chores.The elaborately jeweled fountain sparkled and splashed, spilling tiny crystal drops of water over its many tiers and into the basin below.