The castle was resplendent in the warm dawn. There was a light breeze that made the red and orange pennants snap like twigs in a fire.
The guards atop the walls could smell the cooking fires of the besieging army. The early morning light cast the land in a pale, blue tint, making the bright fires stand out like stars at twilight. The smoke drifted upwards, dispersing among the eddies and currents of the wind.
As the soldiers finished their meals, the wind brought with it a different smell. It was the smell of disease, brought on by total war.