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changes to the place in the three years since King Pregel presented it to me as my “local” residence. The biggest change was the water supply. We now had a fifteen-hundred-gallon water tank on the roof and a three-inch fire hose running from it to a small stream several hundred yards from the castle. I didn’t have a pump, but Uncle Parthet had come up with a dandy spell to make water run uphill—or up the hose at least—to keep the tank full, so I had running water in the castle. I even had hot water, during the day and for a few hours after sunset, on days when the sun shone. I didn’t have the most efficient solar system, but at least I could take a bath without freezing or having servants haul buckets of hot water up from the kitchen. Castle Cayenne also had a rudimentary septic tank and drainfield installed outside to help get rid of waste, along with the accompanying odors and health hazards that go with the lack of modern sewer systems. Maybe I couldn’t give Cayenne all of the modern conveniences, but when I moved in I was determined to go as far as I could.
    Cayenne doesn’t even pretend at being fancy. It’s just a simple circular tower, sixty-five feet high and fifty in diameter, with crenelated parapets. There’s no outer wall, no gatehouse, outbuildings, moat, or little turrets sticking up at corners. It’s just a single naked tower. Cayenne was built in a region of Varay that had little to fear from outside invasion. The rationale was that it would help control bandits in the area—the foothills of the Titan Mountains—and there was little trouble with bandits any longer.
    Joy and I climbed to the roof to start our tour of the castle. The roof has my water tank, a small shelter for a sentry (though I had never bothered to post a sentry since I took over the place), racks of spears and bins of arrows, and a small stack of stones for hurling down at attackers who had never come. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to learn that some of those stones had been sitting there since the castle was first built.
    The time difference between Chicago and Varay meant that it was still light out when Joy and I climbed to the top of Cayenne. Sunset was nearly a half hour off and we had a good view of the surrounding countryside—forest and low, rolling hills, with the mountains off in the distance, to the south.
    “It’s not Kansas, not even Chicago,” I said. Joy nodded and tightened her grip on my arm. “To the south, those are the Titan Mountains, supposedly an impassable barrier with nothing beyond them.” I pointed. “Everything else you can see is southern Varay.”
    “If the mountains weren’t so high, it might almost be Kentucky or Tennessee, maybe even the Ozarks,” Joy said softly. Her voice still sounded shaky, but not as bad as before.
    “Pretty much,” I agreed. “The mountains are much higher, though, even higher than the Rockies. Maybe even up close to the Himalayas. But they are mountains. Maybe that’s why I like this part of the country.” Well, the terrain and the fact that it was about as far from the Isthmus of Xayber as I could get in Varay. According to Parthet and everyone else I consulted, the power of an elflord diminished in some kind of strict proportion to the distance from Fairy and his demesne.
    The sixth floor of Cayenne, the first one below the roof, holds living quarters for the small live-in staff and my “retinue,” Lesh, Harkane, and Timon. The fifth floor holds my private apartments—bedroom, sitting room, bathroom. The fourth floor has a small office, but most of the level is set aside for weapons practice; call it a gymnasium. The third floor is Cayenne’s version of a great hall—not particularly great, but it takes up the entire level. The second floor has the scullery, larders, and various supply closets. The ground level is mostly a stable. The outer door is thick wood sheathed with metal, inside and out. Two wooden bars the size of railroad ties slide