Chapter Five
The city had changed much since the last time I was here. Concrete was laid over the streets instead of gravel and grass. There was no smell of manure with the plumbing running underfoot instead of being dumped in the alleyways. There were still many stone and wood buildings, but now there was steel in the structures. Energy still rose from the stores deep in the ground, but now power lines and cables ran overhead to distribute signals from the outside world.
The biggest difference was the skyline. There were tall buildings off in the horizon. Airplanes flew overhead. One of the last times I was welcome inside the castle through the front gates, and not slipping in through a back door, had not been here in Caerleon. It had been in Scotland at what would become known as Stirl
