Everybody wants a castle. Nice moat, huge fiefdom, cool dragon, all the banners and tapestries and tons of armors bearing halberds and griffins roosting on gargoyles and enemies’ heads on pikes. That’s living.
So many people want castles, in fact, that very few own them. The supply of castles can’t hope to keep up with the demand. Developers hardly ever bother bulldozing huge tracts of land in downtown London or central Paris—the places where people want to live—to build single-dukedom homes. No one could afford the price of land.
