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Castle Daybreak [VERIFIED]

The Blancblack Castle is the residence of Kcalb and Etihw. It lies on the summit of a tall hill. Many people from the Gray Village visit the BlancBlack Castle to play or study. [3] Many of Etihw's stones can be found throughout the entirety of the castle, either on plates, pillars, or other places.

Castle Daybreak

The fifth floor of the castle contains Etihw and Kcalb's throne room as well as their respective bedrooms. Kcalb's bedroom contains a coffin which he uses as a bed. He sleeps in a coffin due to having become accustomed to small spaces after being sealed underground by Etihw. Etihw's bedroom is never shown or accessible in-game, but Deep-Sea Prisoner has said that it will appear in the near future. [Citation needed]

Eleventh Missouri Cavalry Volunteers, 75 men, at 11 p. m., January 30. Crossing White River at this point, I look the Jacksonport road to McGuire's place; thence south along Dupartee Creek to Grand Glaize, arriving at the Glaize about sundown the 31st. I remained at the Glaize about two hours, until Captain Castle arrived with a detachment of the Eleventh Missouri and Third Arkansas, under Captain Dunscomb, who had left Batesville at the same time I did, but marched by the way of Jacksonport. Captain Castle on his way down captured 2 prisoners, one a river pilot, whom he brought with him. Taking command of both detachments, I at once marched for the point indicated in your instructions, I at once marched for the point indicated in your instructions, on Glaize Creek, the supposed camp of McRae, with the intention of attacking his camp at daybreak, but owing ot the swollen condition of the streams and the difficulties encountered in crossing the Dupartee, I did not reach his supposed camp until 8 a. m., February 1. I found his camp broken up, and learned he had left some two days previous, marching in the direction of Denmark. His camped did not indicate more than 30 or 40 men, and were said to be Little's company. As Captain Dunscomb, with detachment of Third Arkansas, was to proceed to Little Rock, I detailed Captain Castle, with detachment of Eleventh Missouri Cavalry, to proceed with him as far as Searcy Landing. With my detachment I moved up to Denmark, where I bivouacked for the night. I learned that a detachment had passed during the night from Batesville. Taking their trail, I moved down the Rock road to within 5 miles of Searcy Landing, where I met the detachment under Captain Castle returning. From him I learned that the troops that proceeded me were of the First Nebraska and had joined Captain Dunscomb, Third Arkansas, and were sufficient to go through.

The Minor Canon, relieved from his fears, lay back, and dropped into a doze; and when he was sound asleep the Griffin took him up, and carried him back to the town. He arrived just before daybreak, and putting the young man gently on the grass in the little field where he himself used to rest, the monster, without having been seen by any of the people, flew back to his home.

Then my father made his appearance; he had been busy in the mill since daybreak, and his nightcap was all awry as he said to me, "You Good-for-nothing! There you sit sunning yourself, and stretching yourself till your bones crack, leaving me to do all the work alone. I can keep you here no longer. Spring is at hand. Off with you into the world and earn your own bread!"

Behind me vanished my native village with its gardens and church-tower, before me appeared fresh villages, castles, and mountains, beneath me on either side the meadows in the tender green of spring flew past, and above me countless larks were soaring in the blue air. I was ashamed to shout aloud, but I exulted inwardly, and shuffled about so on the foot-board behind the carriage that I well-nigh lost my fiddle from under my arm. But when the sun rose higher in the sky, while heavy, white, noonday clouds gathered on the horizon, and the air hung sultry and still above the gently-waving grain, I could not but remember my village and my father, and our mill, and how cool and comfortable it was beside the shady mill-pool, and how far, far away from me it all was. And the most curious sensation overcame me; I felt as if I must turn and run back; but I stuck my fiddle between my coat and my vest, settled myself on the foot-board, and went to sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the carriage was standing beneath tall linden-trees, on the other side of which a broad flight of steps led between columns into a magnificent castle. Through the trees beyond I saw the towers of Vienna. The ladies, it appeared, had left the carriage, and the horses had been unharnessed. I was startled to find myself alone, and I hurried into the castle. As I did so I heard some one at a window above laughing.

An odd time I had in this castle. First, as soon as I found myself in the cool, spacious vestibule, some one tapped me on the shoulder with a stick. I turned quickly about, and there stood a tall gentleman in state apparel, with a broad bandolier of silk and gold crossing his breast from his shoulder to his hip, a staff in his hand, gilded at the top, and an extraordinarily large Roman nose; he strutted up to me, swelling like a ruffled-up turkey-cock, and asked me what I wanted there. I was taken entirely aback, and in my confusion was unable to utter a word. Several servants passed, going up and down the staircase; they said nothing, but eyed me superciliously.

I found life delightful in that garden. I had a hot dinner every day and plenty of it, and more money than I needed for my glass of wine, only, unfortunately, I had quite a deal to do. The pavilions, and arbors, and long green walks delighted me, if I could only have sauntered about and talked pleasantly like the gentlemen and ladies who came there every day. Whenever the gardener was away and I was alone, I took out my short tobacco-pipe, sat down, and thought of all the beautiful, polite things with which I could have entertained that lovely young lady who had brought me to the castle, had I been a cavalier walking beside her. Or on sultry afternoons I lay on my back on the grass, when all was so quiet that you could hear the bees humming, and I gazed up at the clouds sailing away toward my native village, and around me at the waving grass and flowers, and thought of the lovely lady; and it sometimes chanced that I really saw her in the distance walking in the garden, with her guitar or a book, tall and beautiful as an angel, and I was only half conscious whether I were awake or dreaming.

In front of the castle, just under the windows, there was a large bush in full bloom. Thither I used to go in the early morning, and crouch down beneath the branches where I could watch the windows, for I had not the courage to appear in the open. Thence I sometimes saw the Lady fair in a snow-white robe come, still drowsy and warm, to the open window. She would stand there braiding her dark-brown hair, gazing abroad over the garden and shrubbery, or she would tend and water the flowers upon her window-sill, or would rest her guitar upon her white arm and sing out into the clear air so wondrously that to this day my heart faints with sadness when one of her songs recurs to me. And ah, it was all so long ago!

At last I ventured to return to my post, but the window remained closed. I hid in the bushes for four, five, six mornings, but she did not appear. Then I grew tired of my hiding-place and came out boldly, and every morning promenaded bravely beneath all the windows of the castle. But the lovely Lady fair was not to be seen. At a window a little farther on I saw the other lady standing; I had never before seen her so distinctly. She had a fine rosy face. and was plump, and as gorgeously attired as a tulip. I always made her a low bow, and she acknowledged it, and her eyes twinkled very kindly and courteously. Once only, I thought I saw the Lady fair standing behind the curtain at her window, peeping out.

On a sudden I heard, in the distance, voices talking gaily, and bursts of merry laughter. They sounded nearer and nearer, and red and white kerchiefs and hats and feathers were visible through the shrubbery. A party of gentlemen and ladies were coming from the castle, across the meadow, directly toward me, and my two ladies among them.

We started, by the light of our fire, before daybreak, and continuing our course, entered at sunrise a broad lake, five or six miles in length. We were afraid that, as the sun rose, a strong breeze might spring up; and we could easily suppose how heavy a sea might in a few minutes be created. The weather, however, continued calm; and by dint of hard paddling we re-entered the narrow channel of the stream, down which we continued our course.

About quater of a mile from Porterstown road there is a field called the Moat field in the centre of which is a Moat It is surrounded by bushes and it is supposed to be the home of the faries.There was an old man who passed the Moat used to say that if he passed at twelve o'clock the faries caught him and rode him round the moate until daybreak 041b061a72


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