Before long, the farmland was now replaced by a dense forest. Birds chirped in the tree tops and sang cheerful melodies. Dappled sunlight fell on the path and sparkled off the silver-colored armor of the three travelers. After five miles had passed, the forest gave way to farm fields. And, a walled town in the center of a valley caught their attention. Within the middle of the town rose a high hill with a small castle atop it. And, surrounding the town, imposing and solid, a wall with crenellations, towers, and catapults rose high into the air.
The gate was now starting to be shut, but a gap was open wide enough for the men to fit through, and they did, passing through it quickly. They were now inside the walled town and running toward a street filled with houses and multi-storied shops. Markus turned back and saw soldiers shoving the heavy, wooden gate closed behind him. The gatehouse towers rose high into the air and issued longbow arrows and crossbow bolts toward them. The missiles bounced off of cobblestones and sunk between gaps in the pavement. Thatched-roofed shops, houses, and other structures followed a convoluted grid of twisting, crooked, cobblestone streets.
“Martin, take the men upstairs to the attic,” James said with concern in his eyes. “Hide them as best as you can.”
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