Here both yachts were hove-to.  We all pulled on shore in the boats, taking Nat with us.  The place where we landed was near the village of Trevena.  Over an inn door was painted the name of "Charity Bray," which we found to be the appellation of the landlady.  As we promised to take tea at her hostelry before returning on board, she undertook to procure us a guide, who would lead us by the shortest cut to the far-famed ancient castle of Tintagel.  Hurrying on, for we had no time to spare, we descended by a steep path along the side of the cliff until we reached a lofty rock, on which one part of the castle stands, while on the mainland another portion is built.  We were now standing at the bottom of a chasm looking up two hundred feet or more to the castle walls, which were originally joined by a drawbridge.  The castle was anciently called Dunchine, or the Fort of the Chasm.  A zigzag path enabled us to gain the summit of the cliffs.  The entrance to the castle was through a gateway, a ruined archway which still stands.  Passing through it, we entered a court, called King Arthur's Garden, immediately beyond which rose a precipitous rock, crowned by a tower and wall-- evidently the keep.  At the further side the cliff descends perpendicularly to the sea, while on the other is the chasm I have mentioned as dividing the two portions of the castle.  The walls altogether encircled the larger part of the promontory, and in some places can hardly be distinguished from the cliffs, out of which they seem, as it were, to grow.  The headland, I was told, contains about forty acres.  We remarked that the walls were pierced with a number of small square orifices, probably intended for the use of bowmen.  In the rock overlooking the ocean is a recess, which our guide told us was called "King Arthur's Chair;" and in another part is a subterranean passage called "King Arthur's Hiding-place."  It is undoubtedly one of the most ancient castles in the kingdom, though it was greatly enlarged in later years, and was kept up until the reign of Elizabeth, when it was abandoned as a stronghold, and allowed to fall into decay.  As it was King Arthur's birthplace, so it was the spot where he lost his life. I found some lines by the poet Wharton, describing the battle: