Farina, Werner’s Eck

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​⁠A league behind Andernach, and more in the wintry circle of the sun than Laach, its convenient monastic neighbour, stood the castle of Werner, the Robber Baron. Far into the South, hazy with afternoon light, a yellow succession of sandhills stretched away, spouting fire against the blue sky of an elder world, but now dead and barren of herbage. Around is a dusty plain, where the green blades of sp