Chapter 03:
Sleep never came as promised. The pair from Venice had enough time to wash the road grime off their hands and faces before they were called to break their nightly fast.
They shared a room. This was no lavish castle like Castello della Morte fallen on hard times. No, this nameless tower was of Ottoman design, built to protect some long-forgotten trade route through the mountain pass. The keep was only three levels high. The bottom floor provided berthing space for the fighting men and stables. The middle floor held the kitchens and great hall where everyone took their meals, and on the top level, there were a few rooms with arrow slits, presumably for the officers. The outer wall and gate stood nearly as tall as the square stronghold building it protected.
Compared to Castell
