Morocco. Pt.2

On the Morrocco trip, we happened by the large film studio in Ouarzazate. It had some sets still open in a vast dusty plain, where sets for previously made epics still stand. Parts of the Elizabeth Taylor film Cleopatra were filmed here. Parts of those sets were re-used to film the more recent Asterix and Obelix. But the set which most interested me was the huge replica castle built for the film Kingdom of Heaven. It’s still in one piece due to another film being planned for production there next year. Our tour guide didn’t know the name of it yet, but he would be working there as a driver.

The castle was mainly wood and plaster painted to resemble stone masonry. The scale was huge, hundreds of metres square. We paid a small fee to get inside and take a look around, climbing up to the battlements and wandering through the courtyards and corridors. We did have some pictures but the person who owned the camera dropped it down a sand dune and it was ruined. But I wrote a journal piece as an inspiration to myself, as a reminder of what it felt like to be on both sides of those huge walls and how it must feel for a soldier in those times. Here’s what I wrote; as with the last post, this will be unedited and copied ‘as is’.

First, from the viewpoint of an attacking soldier laying siege to the defending fortifications:

Staring up at the castle walls, you feel ineffective. They are too big, the tops too high and the stone too thick. Maybe in an assaulting army with battle cries around you, urging those ahead who already climb ladders, trying to gain a foothold on the walkway, men who know death is a strong possibility as arrows rain down from towers and killing windows. The gates are heavy, barred and portcullised. But then you see your siege weapons, trebuchets and assault towers and catapults, and you rain down hell on the walls and gates and ramparts. You sit back out of range and suffer the heat and try to find some shade, wondering when the next attack will be. Too soon, you are called upon to protect the battering ram, which swings heavy and solid under a slanted hide roof. Bodies litter the ground and you wave a temporary truce to collect them. You eat and try to sleep and then take to the walls again.

Bit all over the place, but I was writing it down in a bouncy jeep hurtling across a desert. Now, from the defender’s viewpoint:

You stand on the walls and look down. The armies besieging the city stand ready to attack. From this distance they are small in stature but thousands in number. Behind them the mountains stand, oblivious and uncaring to the fate of the soldiers. Standing at the edge of the battlements demands that crossbows are used while longbows step back, peppering any in range approaching. Stairs leading from wall to tower to courtyard are less than sturdy. Inner stairwells are claustrophobic, leaving little room to manoeuvre before the killing windows, with others climbing over you to make their way past. The courtyard is walled away from the city, the main gate providing a last bastion of open ground before the invaders would reach the streets. Open ovens sit beneath tall chimneys, for both bricks and food. The place smells stale; a mix of dust, manure and stone. Buildings are tiered, differing levels, allowing interesting movement along rooftops, Wells provide water enclosed in an underground stream. Knockers on the inside of the gates would rock as something pounds on the outside. Noise would be muffled or amplified by the natural acoustics.

So that’s that. I guess it’s easier for me to see the pictures because I was actually there (surprise!), but it would be nice to know what anyone reading this thought as well. Can you get an idea of how it must have been? Where there any other details you would have thought I’d include? Feel free to comment!

In other news – NaNoWriMo is still kicking my arse but I’m making a late cavalry charge on it, so it’ll go down to the last couple of days. I’m going home to England for a month to work on a few things. And the editor-in-chief of Queen of the World has been switched to someone who loves fantasy, so surely good things await.