Spring 1918 – The Adventure of the Walking Castle

 

Faisal gestured and the sway of the floor slowed. The thud of the massive stone feet ceased. The movement of the castle stopped. Faisal gave a wide mouthed grin showing his shiny silver teeth. “Now,” he said, “we have walked into another, better world. Hear you the difference?”

I listened. The echo of the castle’s footsteps still rang in my ears but, as that sound faded, I hear one more pleasant. Someone, many someones, was singing out beyond the stone walls.