Through a wide rift in the trees he could see the great, grey Castle, half a mile away, towering against the dense greens of the nearby mountain.

The picture took his breath away.

He forgot Hobbs.

He forgot that he was; trespassing.

Here, at last, was the Graustark he had seen in his dreams, had come to feel in his imagination.
Regardless of surroundings or consequences, he sat down upon the nearest stone bench, and removed his hat.