It is not the oldest castle. There was one on this spot before this one, and I think one before that.
But to me it is the greatest castle, for I was wandering when I sited it, and arriving was like coming home.
Many were the warriors who once strode the castle halls- some orcs, some elves and many strange others, some traders and some of growing ill repute. Many feasts were held, much jesting, great exchanges of ideas, trades good and bad, and of course tales told of battles lost and won. Great tapestries and paintings were displayed proudly for all to see. It seemed it would last forever- and I know it sounds meaningless now, but in the moment I believed it true.
But how could that be? All things are transitory- I say so endlessly, it seems. But itís easy to forget. We are creatures of the present, living moment to moment- wise if we are even three moves ahead.
And so when the road was moved, when the woods...