"At present, there are little remains of this castle, there are no walls, only the broken barrier of the collapsed walls can be seen, which surrounded the top of the mountain in the shape of an arch in a circular way, thicker half faces north, and its pointed end faces south. The most accessible part was the North, because it connected Dezsákhegy mountain to the other mountains; more attention was paid to the fortification of this side, so a triple wall was built with the corresponding ramparts, compared to the other side where the fortification consisted of a single wall due to favorable natural conditions, the sides being located on the vertical mountain ridge.
The interior surrounded by these walls was only 220 paces in circumference, and as such Zete Castle was a small-scale eagle's nest, which was significant only because of its strategic location. A recess outside the line of the walls is said to be the well of the castle, and the nearby square is called the castle garden, and the wild tulips, rosemary and gooseberries that still grow here show that this proud rock fortress was once inhabited not only by fiery warriors, but it was also inhabited by gentle women tending flowers that symbolize the poetry of nature.
My guide, sitting on the rock of the castle cape, told me the following story that confirms this assumption.
Zeta was a proud lord, a powerful leader, pagan, who was attached to the religion of the ancestors, the commander of the warriors who lived in the glorious city of the Cselő Valley below us. The proud and feared ruler built an impregnable fortress on this high mountain ridge, he sat there in his palace shining with gold, his two daughters of fairy-like beauty sewing embroideries (golden embroideries), when his son who converted to the Christian faith, he appeared before his father on a fierce white horse and told him to convert to the Christian faith too, for if he did not do so, God's punishment would overtake him. "
" Hadur is my protective god and I laugh at the anger of your new God" - said Zeta, but at his words of blasphemy, the earth shook, the castle sank together with Zeta and her daughters, while his son with faith in God was the only one who escaped by leaping on horseback from the steps of the castle, a rock below still preserving the deep marks of the horse's hooves.
With the collapse of the fortress, Zeta's treasures also sank, and now every seventh year, on Saint George's Day, the iron doors of the mountain are opened.
About a hundred years ago, a cunning man named Botházi went in there, and saw the pile of treasures, and by the treasures stood the girls of Zeta still embroidering "How long are you still waiting here, my sisters?" he had asked, "Until," they said, "the cows give warm milk and the women bake with sourdough." He filled his coffers with gold and precious stones, but as he came out of the treasure cellar, the iron door closed and caught his heel. Botházi was left lame, his wealth of cursed money was soon exhausted, and now his servants (his family) live in poverty."
Orbán Balázs: Description of the Szeklerland