“Shall we see the duke first?” he whispered.
“Cah,” I said. Cashel took that as yes. As he took me deeper into the castle I became lost looking at the many hallways and rooms. There were decorations everywhere; on the floor, the walls, and hanging from the ceiling. How strange, how foreign, and yet how verylike my own palace. Our wood floors were strewn with dried leaves. Here, they had what looked like woven material laid down, and some hung on the walls too, cut into ornate patterns and hanging from spears.
There were decorative knives on the walls; long, pointed things which looked dangerous and sharp, made from something so shiny it reflected light.
“What are those?”
“Up there? They’re swords.”