Andrei Vassilov, unaeded [sic] and alone in the snowy night, had to get inside those forbidding and forbidden walls. Past the guards, and that death dealing electronic fence, across the mine field and the icy moat with its poison spikes, and into the castle itself. Even if he got inside the awesome fortress, could he hope to get out alive?
Extract found on line for The Secret Circle: Operation Royal Family, published 1974.
Shockingly arrogant comment from the author. Oh dear.