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I like this image more when I see its bottom portion: the horse or burrow or whatever redeems the castle no matter that the castle can’t redeem a darned thing—especially itself. Firstly, I really disliked the image—it made me think dungeons and dragons, or somesuch—but then a little bit of my prefrontal lobe twitched: I became excited that maybe, though more likely maybe not, a Giorgione stares me in my face. The bottom portion, before I saw it, increased the chance; the chance became its chancel upon sees. Drats, chancels do not do a piece with graves.
ReplyDeleteI try not to look over the edge as our cart jostles along the narrow path. We wind in and out of the shadow of the tower, and now that it overwhelms the horizon, I realize how many soldiers it must hold. Luckily, we are continuing south toward the rye farms instead of to the keep. Our fate could have been the same as my cousin—all of them conscripted to work the kitchens. Ulve says that the serfs in the kitchens only eat maslin, or even horse bread, and their ale is watered down and served in leaking jacks.
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