Chapter Seven
“I’m sorry. We usually have guests stay in better accommodations.” Gwin led Loren and me down a narrow hall in what must have once been the dungeon of the castle.
We’d gone down floor after floor, the staircase narrowing and narrowing. I knew that the stairwell of a castle was yet another battle tactic in its arsenal. Any attacker racing up a stairwell would naturally have their right shoulder, which so often happened to be their sword arm, against the interior of the wall, making it difficult to swing on any defenders coming down. The defenders coming down had the advantage of their sword arms being in the range of the outside wall, giving them room to swing.
Also, these steps were uneven. Some were longer, others shorter. Some slightly higher and others a few inches shal
