The Case of the Vanished Wine Cask
Brother Scribe, I don't know where that wine cask went. Honestly. It still had been in the cellar in the Well Tower yesterday. All in know is that it was to be brought up to the buttery this morning but never made it there. Look at all those people milling around in this place. Anyone could have taken it, so why put the blame on me? Ask this guy here - *points to the left* - he's more than a bit drunk and says he doesn't speak English. They always say that when they're caught at something fishy.
Illustration from the exhibition in Caernarfon Castle, showing the building process
Another possible version could be: Brother Scribe, that guy hasn't been to work all week. He says he's been down with the fever, but can't produce a notification of sickness from his local quacksalver or the barber surgeon who treats the workmen. I'm pretty sure that fever
was caused by attending those illegal meetings of the Welsh. *shakes head* I wonder what next; trades unions, strikes, and the 38 hours week? We'll never get the castle finished if that spreads. Some of the workers have even started to complain about the quality of the stew. Caernarfon Castle in the evening sun
And because I have taken so many shots on my last evening in Caernarfon when the sun decided to say hello, here's another photo of Caernarfon Castle seen from the other side of the canal. The tower to the left, with the banners on top, is the Eagle Tower. Despite some unfinished structures, and the destruction over time, Master James
can be proud of what he achieved. Caernarfon Castle is an impressive building.