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HOW OSWALD LOST A HUNT, AND FOUND SOMEWHAT STRANGE IN CAERAU.
WOODS.
I thought Pembroke a very pleasant place when I came to see it in the fair winter's morning.

The gale had passed, but it had brought a thaw with it, and there was a softness in the air again, and the light covering of snow had gone when I first looked abroad.

There had been no such heavy fall here as we had in Wessex beyond the sea.
Maybe pleasant companionship had something to do with my thought of the place, for none can deny that a good deal does depend on who is with one.

And, seeing that after the morning meal her father was busy with his counsellors for a time, Nona the princess would shew me all that was to be seen while we waited the coming of Thorgils.
Whoever chose the place for the building of this palace stronghold chose well, for it is set on a rocky tongue of land that divides the waters of an inland branch of the winding Milford Haven, so that nought but an easily defended ridge of hill gives access to the fortress.