heard it first. The counterweight, then the snap of the casting arm being released, and over the pigpen a large ball of fire flew into the pit of mounted soldiers. The pit exploded into flames and the terrified screams of dying men and horses. “You have a trebuchet?” Caid asked . . . because he couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Mum made it. She gets bored when she’s pregnant.” “Huh.” “It’s very handy.” Keeley gave a sad sigh. “But I hate hurting the horses.” She hefted her hammer onto her shoulder. “All right then. Let’s go kill the rest so we can get the children to safety.”
