"The enemy will be here soon," thought a knight standing guard at Harod castle. He looked at the bleak utilitarian walls and considered the crumbling mortar that held them firm against artillery. The castle had seen better days, and was ancient in design.
He walked along the parapet, regarding his comrades stood there in the freezing winter cold. The air washed over the walls, chilling all comfort from his pale bones. "The enemy will be here soon," he thought as he continued along his forlorn path.
He patrolled around and around, up and down, an endless mechanical nature slowly moving in solidarity with his limbo bound comrades, frozen-dead. After a time an archer on the battlement above cried, "the enemy is here". The knight thought to himself, "The enemy will be here soon."
The castle guard stood and watched for hours in horror as the trebuchets were slowly brought into range of the crumbling castle walls. The fortifications fell fast, and the men could not repel the invaders. The knight fell to a spear, and his last thoughts were not of his mother.
"The enemy will be here soon."