Our walls of fifteen feet of thickness will isolate us, and we shall be as our ancestors were, of whom it is written in the Legend.

When the sun goes down behind the hills we will return from hunting, mounted on great white horses, greeted respectfully by the peasants as they kneel before us.

The horn will resound in welcome, the drawbridge will be lowered for us.

In the evening, kings will dine at our table.

At night, our couch will be on a platform surmounted by a canopy like a throne.