"Let go of me, you clumsy oaf!" Briana yelled at the guard who was busy trying to hold her onto the horse as they entered the wide, iron gates of La Castle Camelot de Cambria. The castle was made of huge, old stones carefully stacked together and sealed with mortar, and huge iron gates, and rounded doorways. If Briana had been in a different frame of mind, she would have appreciated its beauty. This was her first trip that she remembered taking to the castle.

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