From the day Favel came to Pendorric as the bride of Roc Pendorric she was drawn more and more under the spell of the place. For hundreds of years the house had stood there on the Cornish cliffs, towering above’ the sea, noble and arrogant as if defying sea and weather and any who came against it. But more forbidding to Favel than the house itself was the legend that hung about it of the curse of the Brides of Pendorric. The bride before her was the beautiful and incomparable Barbarina, and the spirit of Barbarina and her tragedy broods over all the ominous events of Favel’s own story