Tomb Eight – ‘The Black Dog’


From ghoulies and ghosties

And long-leggedy beasties

And things that go bump in the night,

Good Lord, deliver us!’

~ Traditional Scottish Rhyme


The tale:

Gentle reader,

Before you take one last lingering look at the EIGHTH of the THIRTEEN Brigante Tombs nestled among the tantalising confectionary of this delicous emporium AND if the door is ajar – why not treat yourself to a bag of strong mints or some soothing barley sugar?

Why is this you may well wonder?

Alas, gentle reader ’tis only fair that before you read of this ghostly tale – a little taste of courage or calm may yet be in order!

Can you see the sign for King’s Square?

As you wander into the heart of medieval York – look for the Duke of York pub with its distinctive bow fronted window located near the iconic cobbled streets of the Shambles.

Although this charming pub is best known for a fascinating selection of beers and locally sourced freshly prepared food – it has been known to entertain a rather unwelcome guest as of late, particularly on chilly evenings or when the doors are locked!

As the Lady Brigante has been known to dine here on more than one occasion, our tale begins one winter’s evening when seated at her favourite fireside table – suddenly, in the air surrounding her was the scent of a VERY damp dog.

However, as she peered under her table looking for the cheeky culprit – there was no dog to be seen; anywhere!

Later that evening while in conversation with her genial host, she happened to mention this strange occurrence and he told her of a tale just as mysterious.

For early one morning with the doors all securely bolted as the pub was not yet open to visitors and while attending to the paperwork in the cosy upstairs office – he could clearly see on the CCTV monitor a black dog hiding under one of the tables in the dining room below.

However, as he wandered downstairs to investigate – there was no dog to be seen; anywhere!

Could this be yet another sighting of the York Barghest or ‘town ghost’ which is said to have haunted York’s labyrinth of secret passageways and snickelways for over three hundred years?

Although history records the York Barghest as a large black dog with flaming eyes, claws, sharp teeth, and possessed of a demonic temperament whose very presence foreshadows disaster – could this pesky shape-shifter of ancient Yorkshire folklore have finally mellowed with the passage of time?

What say YOU gentle reader?


The location:

The Duke of York King’s Square York YO1 8BH