XVII. Farewell to Castle Angilbert
The sun stood high in the sky, casting its golden rays on the craggy face of the Harlovec mountains and on the gloomy walls of Castle Angilbert, when Kurval rode back the capital at the head of his two regiments and assorted attendants and camp followers, including Ungolf who had loaded his devilish device onto an ox-cart.
Lord Vangenard and Baron Kelgurd were with their respective regiments. Izgomir, who was not much of a horseman, was travelling in a carriage, undoubtedly pouting that he had not gotten to execute neither Adeliz nor anybody else today.
The priest Giselbert was no more a horseman than Izgomir, but unlike the vizier, he did not have a carriage of his own and was instead awkwardly seated on the back of a good-natured, if rather slow pony
