Chapter 22 Robin
I hadn’t been inside a real castle in years. Sure, I'd gone to Casa Loma in Toronto last year after a concert with my dad, but it was nothing compared to this. Casa Loma was a testament to the vanity of a wealthy businessman, but Dunscaith was a fortress, meant to be defended by warriors from anything that came their way.
A large portcullis, wide enough for several horses to walk abreast and tall enough for an average-sized man to stand up on the back of said horses, stood half-open, gaping like a sharp-toothed mouth. Unease at the image filled me. It seemed unusually large, but without a frame of reference, I couldn't decide if the structure was typical of the era or not.
The courtyard curved around a large central building and extended far beyond it, confirming my sus
