The Thirty Years' War celebrated its twenty-sixth anniversary. Somewhere there were battles and our heroes were driven by a garrison into the most remote hole, in which, as it seemed, nothing was happening. But it only seemed so at first. And then events began to spin - an ancient tower, a mysterious stranger locked in it, a knight in shining armor under the walls. It's like a fairytale. Just some kind of wrong one. My first experience of writing something more than a story - I really hope for constructive slippers)) Many thanks to Stanislava Volkova for proofreading.