They said it was impregnable, but we wandered in. They left the portcullis raised and cannon balls protruding. We shuffled past musket holes and bow slits, through the village, towards the inner ward, and into the keep.
We passed over with an invader’s freedom. We crept through it all, sneaking into every crack, like rats, or lice.
We danced in the Great Hall and raced to the top of the fortress walls. From there we could see the door they used to escape when the siege broke and the fires caught hold.
We passed the slick stones and low ceilings of the jail. Then crept up the narrow stairs to the top of the tower.
We watched the Suir pushing around us. We named a herring that fished up stream and for a moment this was our world.