“T
hese look like the same wagon tracks that we saw in the forest,” one of Meir’s hired peasants said. “Your daughter is probably in that castle.”
“We have no weapons and only a small number of men,” Adin complained. “We need a small army to storm this fortress.”
“Then a small army we will have!” Meir declared as his heart beat wildly inside his chest. “My dear daughter is being held inside that evil poritz’s house! I’ll do whatever it takes to rescue her!”
The peasants grinned at each other greedily.
“We can recruit more people, but it will cost a lot of money. Not everyone will be so eager to risk their lives invading a castle perched on a hilltop and surrounded by many armed men.”
