We circled the castle about a klick up, scoping it out. It looked exactly like that—a little castle on a hill amid rolling fields and forests. “Bucolic,” I remarked. Funboy flicked his ears. “Certainly. If one can forgive the masses of herd animals and their associated excreta.” I sighed. “I rescind my compliment.” Funboy inclined his head in agreement. “As you should.”
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