Malcolm continued to give instruction, clearly having learned much in his years away. Elizabeth listened avidly. “They will likely attack on horseback, and this will be our advantage. From the gatehouse, Ranulf will throw Greek fire.” He must mean the heavy set man who had been mixing powders. Malcolm slid his finger across his sketch. “Archers again on the gatehouse and the roof of the keep itself. We will use the arrow storm to create more confusion.”
“Burning arrows,” one warrior contributed.
“Poison arrows,” corrected a woman who could only be a w***e. Elizabeth had heard that whores followed warriors, but she had never expected to see one in her brother’s hall. That woman granted Catriona an assessing glance. “Have you wolf’s bane or belladonna?”
Poison“Wolf’s bane,” Catriona said
