The Strategy of Defence - Part 3

Some corridors would be sided by a long wall of windows, letting in the light of the day. To walk down such a corridor, to Oliver, felt like the highest of luxuries. To have the light streaming in onto the tiled path ahead of him – and complicated those tiles were, with mosaics in places, painting the picture of various battles.

With each passing day, he appreciated the residence more and more. With his mind feeling increasingly light, he often spent nearly half an hour just gazing at what was around him. There was love in every brick. It told of a stonemason with the highest level of compassion and loyalty for his Lord. The pillars that buttressed the wall at regular intervals had been chiselled with spirals along their length, or attached with guardians of gargoyles, or given little riveted patterns that ran in rings around its width.