I was in the stables stroking my horse, buckling on the saddle and bridles, preparing it for a ride around the paddock. From the top floor I looked out the thatch window to see the town square crowded with people. But it all looked like clockwork, same movement from one place to the other by everyone. There was the palace as always standing tall, the walls strong ever and the watch towers, same old. I gazed at the city square as a whistle blew and everyone disappeared. Out in the distance there thousands of people full with spears and swords, and already huge stones were being hurled at the kingdom.