Chapter 31

The crash got our attention. “Warm them up, lads!” Baron Guy shouted as another booming impact struck the weakening gate.

Men hurried to tip a hot cauldron mixture of pitch and naphtha that had been simmering over a charcoal brazier. The scalding liquid poured over the shields, leaked through to burn the men, who now screamed in agony, and splattered the ram. The ramming party’s destructive labor ceased immediately.

Arthur grabbed a runner who nearly slipped past. “You, boy. Find me a white flag.”

“I’m supposed to tell Sir Gareth…” the boy stammered.

“Forget it. Your new mission is to find me a white cloth, and I want it yesterday,” Arthur barked. “Now go!”

“Yes, Lord,” the wide-eyed boy said as he bolted like a rabbit before the hound.

With shields held high, enemy reinforcements ran to their writhing fellows and took up the ram, but as they drew back for a blow, Baron Guy shouted, “Fire arrows.”