A special time is when we learn who we are all. The men in the canoes rushed their boats toward the river-wall, and were met by another shower of clothyard shafts and a volley from the small ballistae mounted on towers on that side of the stockade.
Looking out, they could see into some of the houses near them, where there were open windows in abundance, and were able to mark the forms of the wooden gargoyles moving about in their dwellings.
Hell, in their shoes he would have done the same thing. He frowns, but does not unsheathe his blade.