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Two days later, István, dressed as a commoner, in a long shirt with a belt and narrow chaise, knocked at the gates of Ceyte Castle. The only weapon he could afford was a small knife hidden in the top of his boot.

A chain rattled on the side, and a tiny window opened, from which a guard looked out. The young man explained that he wanted to get a job.

They missed him. Standing in the yard, Istvan looked around curiously. And there was something to see. The castle of irregular triangular shape consisted of several towers and rooms connecting them. From the outside, there were attached covered galleries, along which it was possible to go down to the ground. Numerous outbuildings, a chapel, an armory, a kennel, a smithy, and stables crowded around. Firewood was stacked under the sheds, there were barrels of water, and a small warehouse was located nearby. The huge yard was full of people: servants in caps ran from the living rooms to the utility rooms and back, tall guys chopped wood, some