Castle Dhu perched on a high promontory, and from a distance it looked as if it floated in the treetops. Travellers might take the winding road to the base of its towers, but those who lived nearby wouldn’t dare.
It was midsummer when the strolling players rolled into town. After a successful few days, the prettiest of the dancers lost a drunken bet and set her feet on the path to the castle.
She was never seen in the world again, but those who dared look noticed the castle now sported curtains, and flowers, and bright bunting on the walls.