They looked like two seated sentinels guarding the castle gate.
Rows of red tulips stood like sentinels along the walkway, struggling to survive against the encroachment of summer.
They rode through the village of Rykonty, past tethered French hussar horses, past sentinels and men who saluted their colonel and stared with curiosity at a Russian uniform, and came out at the other end of the village.
Even in the early part of the 19th century sentinels stood on duty night and day, and at a signal of alarm the whole population, including the Turkish aga himself, used to hide in the woods.
The fidelity of the praetorian sentinels even was more than doubtful.