The castles of the Twelfth Century, fortresses rather than mere dwellings, were built for defense, not comfort. The hall through which the drunken band was hallooing was broad, lofty, windy, strewn with rushes, now but faintly lighted by the dying embers in a great ill-ventilated fireplace. Rude, sail-like hangings along the walls rippled in the wind that found its way through.
The castles of the Twelfth Century, fortresses rather than mere dwellings, were built for defense, not comfort. The hall through which the drunken band was hallooing was broad, lofty, windy, strewn with rushes, now but faintly lighted by the dying embers in a great ill-ventilated fireplace. Rude, sail-like hangings along the walls rippled in the wind that found its way through.
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Robert Ervin Howard (1906-1936) was een Amerikaans schrijver van pulpfictie. Zijn verhalen verschenen in diverse publicaties. Hij is vooral bekend van zijn reeks over Conan de Barbaar. Howard schreef korte verhalen waarin actie, geweld en magie een belangrijke rol speelden.