Our story

The procession of riders, cars and pawns arrived under the rock on which the Malešovský castle is built. In the shadow of its walls, right by the pond, which was founded by the original owner of the manor, Bishop Přibyslav, there is a newly built tavern nobody calls anything, but “At the End of the World”.

A proper, massive structure shows that Mr. Ruthard is a capable businessman and is not cheap about his estate flourishing. The men immediately start building the camp. It is obvious that they are experienced, tents grow fast, furniture, chests with clothes and weapons, supplies, are being unloaded from wagons. The whole yard is filled with quarry and shouting …
The kitchen smells of roast and the barkeeper is bumping beer barrels …
The gloomy, tired procession becomes a colourful ripple of people who bring a sense of security and, for some locals, hope of good earnings in the upcoming months…

Days are passing by. Nature is changing with advancing summer. The newly arrived troops settled down, and are undertaking expeditions to the surroundings, guarding the walls and accompanying the caravans of Mr. Ruthard’s wagons. It seems that the enemies were afraid of the newcomers and stopped threatening the local estate. As the temperatures are rising and the sun is shining, laziness and routine begin to permeate both days and evenings, with their bright campfires, and delicious beer from the tavern. How pleasant and calm the service is when the master pays well and on time and there is quiet and peace everywhere…