The men sent to lay siege to Prague were soldiers of fortune, hastily rallied with royal gold. x video She only ever looked at what she carried in her arms. They were glassy and unfocused, like the eyes of every dead person the soldier had ever seen, but they were open. In the dark, he could almost imagine they weren’t stone at all, but living men and beasts frozen by some enchantment. It’s the living you had to watch out for. He remembered the stories he’d heard about the old, haunted city on the Vlatava: About the Headless Templar who rides by night, and the cursed gravedigger who gambled with the spirits of the dead and lost, and the rich man who burned to death with his bags of gold and even now
