Chapter 25

The area before us was a vast square of brown dirt with depressions where stone footings and piling may have been as if everything of the castle had been removed.

“Witchery is afoot,” Bedivere said.

Brayden grunted. “No wagon tracks.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“If every stone of the keep were hauled away, where are the wagon tracks?”

“Good point.”

A dog barked, and we all turned our attention to the empty area, but no dog could be seen. What would Merlin do, I thought. I had no reason to doubt Robert. I believed him if he was sure that the castle had been here. I’m also sure it was still here under an illusion cast by another magic-user. However, it could be a trap, so I was hesitant to charge in and get zapped, impaled, pierced with arrows, or who-knows-what.