Next to the Portcullis Gate is a steep flight of 70 steps, aptly named the Lang Stairs. This was the main way up to the summit in medieval times. Rather than struggling up the Lang Stairs, you can take the curved cobbled road ahead, a more leisurely route to the summit. This approach was formed in the 17th century to ease the movement of heavy guns in and out of the castle.
One Sabbath Jesus was going through the grainfields, and as his disciples walked along, they began to pick some heads of grain. The Pharisees said to him, “Look, why are they doing what is unlawful on the Sabbath?”
He answered, “Have you never read what David did when he and his companions were hungry and in need? In the days of Abiathar the high priest, he entered the house of God and ate the consecrated bread, which is lawful only for priests to eat. And he also gave some to his companions.”
Then he said to them, “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. 28 So the Son of Man is Lord even of the Sabbath.” (Mark 2:23-28)
We now have a hymn sung by Brother Alphonsus Mary.
On this day, the first of days,
God's the Father's Name we praise,
who, creation's Lord and Spring,
did the world from darkness bring.
On this day the eternal Son
over death his triumph won;
on this day the Spirit came
with his gifts of living flame.
O that fervent love today
may in every heart have sway,
teaching us to praise aright
God the Source of life and light.
Father, who didst fashion me
image of thyself to be,
fill me with thy love divine,
let my every thought be thine.
Holy Jesus, may I be
dead and buried here with thee;
and, by love inflamed, arise
unto thee a sacrifice.
Thou who dost all gifts impart,
shine, blest Spirit, in my heart;
best of gifts, thyself bestow;
make me burn thy love to know.
God, the blessèd Three in One,
dwell within my heart alone;
thou dost give thyself to me,
may I give myself to thee.