Chapter 53: Winged Hussar Commander
Jorgklusburg, long dormant, ushered in its liveliest moment in years. Ever since the borders of the Kingdom of Jerusalem had expanded eastward to the lands of Count Raynald of Oultrejordain, this place had lost its former glory.
Its armaments had fallen into disrepair, its soldiers transferred away, and its funding repeatedly cut. The weathered, mottled, and peeling walls, like an old frontier veteran, gradually aged, crumbling into dust.
The newly arrived armored soldiers, led by Jorgklusburg's old garrison, familiarized themselves with the castle's situation.
Some had already removed their armor and begun to tidy up their living quarters, repairing the dilapidated houses long uninhabited.
Hans hoisted Lothar's banner—a black eagle—to the top of the castle's tower, where it flew alongside the Jerusalem Cross, fluttering in the wind.
