By the afternoon, the entire fortress had been nervously mobilized.

The serfs, who were still dozing on the haystacks, were also called out by the Overseers, and crowded in panic and anxiety in the open space in the middle of the castle, and the scene was like a large pot of yellow-black charred porridge.

Everywhere was filled with the furious, nervous shouts of the Overseers, who kept urging the soldiers to walk up the walls, as if all they could see were black and oppressive on the walls

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