I stepped out of my car about a mile from the castle. Knowing that Serpine would have his guards on the lookout. I turned the key in my 1994 Bentley and opened the door. I closed the door behind me and strolled along the dirt track. I touched my revolver in my pocket to make sure I had it. I could see the castle wall ahead and even more clearly see the robust guards. They held up their scythes and sprinted towards me. I could sense the danger and turned around. Lunging my body forward and breaking into a sprint, I eventually saw the car up ahead and jumped in. I turned the key but the engine only groaned. The guards had smashed the glass and opened the doors.