Down below, the 4,000 elite Frankish knights sat atop their warhorses.
At the very front of the line, Lord Odo, the Frankish commander, sat still on his beautiful white horse.
He had issued the ultimate royal demand. Now, he was just waiting for the King of Burgundy to inevitably throw open the gates and beg for mercy.
However, minutes ticked by, and nothing happened...
"My Lord Odo..." one of the elite Frankish knights whispered, riding his horse a few paces closer to the commander.
The knight squinted, trying to peer through the autumn mist. "It is strange... do you see the stone battlements?"
"What about them?" Odo scoffed.
"They are utterly pitch black." the knight pointed out, "The torches on their walls are not lit. We cannot see a single thing up there. Not even the archers. It is as if the entire fortress is abandoned."
