The Janisaries Are Burning, the Prisoners Said, Red Sonya

The tower overlooked an angle of the at which there were no watches, a section of the ancient glassus and a ditch interior to the main moat. The spies had been able to exchange messages here with little fear of discovery. Godfrey knew that message laden arrows were loosed from the tower roof into this mantlet. But just then he gave little thought to that. His attention was riveted on the turkish camp. There a leaping glare paled the spreading dawn. Above the mad clangor of bells rose the crackle of flam mingled with awful screams. They did not see nicholas zariny and paul bakitz riding out of the gates