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Hello visitors, welcome to my castle! My name is Wilhelm von Bussche. Since the year of the Lord 1493 I have not only been a bailiff in Harpstedt and Delmenhorst, but also in Wildeshausen. I'm in the service of the noble Prince-Bishop of Munster - and also the Archbishop of Bremen, although sometimes I tend to forget that a bit, if I'm completely honest. I'm certainly a man of noble status, but I have to admit one thing: As the lord of the town and castle of Wildeshausen, I'm definitely following in big footsteps. According to legend, the Saxon Duke Widukind, the opponent of King Charlemagne, already had his castle here many hundred years ago. Later, the Wildeshausen line of the Counts of Oldenburg held court here. They are the ones who, according to the old documents, built the castle right here. Back then, however, the fortress wasn't as beautiful as it is today, especially since I put some good money into it to renovate it. Like other fortresses from ancient times, the castle back then was probably only a fortification on a raised hill surrounded by water, with a wooden tower and some half-timbered buildings. It looks completely different here today: an imposing round tower, more than 12 meters high, with a pantile roof and a copper weathervane on top. Right next to it is a three-storey house with a tiled roof and real glass windows. There also is an attached bower, a bakery, a stable, a fountain and much more. All of this is surrounded by a moat and a massive rampart of firmly compressed soil with a parapet of double wattle and daub. One of the bridges leads towards the city; another one with a gate tower is a drawbridge leading south. A well-fortified facility! And that's a good thing, because the people of Bremen, and especially not my favorite enemies, the Counts of Oldenburg, are really not to be trusted! So, as long as I'm in charge here, nothing will happen. But who knows what it will look like in a few years. In Wildeshausen I am only the servant of my master in Munster and not his vassal. Therefore I will not be able to pass on my dominion. And so maybe one day there will be times when nobody needs this imposing fortress anymore. So probably sometime in the future the only thing left will be the hill on which Widukind may have planned his next move against King Charlemagne.