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There was a castle by the sea, so-called castell by the villagers of the comarque; a castle over rocky cliffs which settled was, and watching toward a bluesy blue sea it was built; built by the Moors it was, long, long time ago.
A castle abandoned and lonely as it seems, since the king died alone, and nobody else did go in.
The king's corpse, left somewhere it was. In some of the 113 bedchambers; the king's corpse.
Nobody else durst to go in, since the well-known, dark, macabre events.
And in the nights there's no light or candle inside; and there's nobody there.
Since the mysterious, ünknown events; and there's nobody there.
Except a bull.
A huge, red bull they say; with black-shining, long horns; they say.
Some seamen swear they have seen him in clear days of haze, seen on through the tall windows of the castle; from their ships, and they swear it.
Nobody saw any bull while the king was alive, in his years, which were 101 years, they say.
Nobody knows how the bull appeared.
Some people, even, would swear that this bull has man's hands...and cries...
Nobody durst to go inside since the well-known, obscure events.
In the nights, there's no light or candle inside...
