Not to mention the fact that, in front of the bridge itself, stood a massive, lumbering barbican. It had only a single cannon mounted on a flat roof platform, and it was only about twenty feet high, but that didn’t stop it from having a lot of arrowslits for archers.
It would be impossible to go around the fortress and try to attack from the river. The current was too fast, and the rapids were not even hidden by the tide.
In other words, at first glance, they were facing a fortress that would require a long siege to conquer, if not an outright impregnable one. It would take maybe six months, perhaps even a full year, to force the defenders to spend all their ammunition and especially their provisions.
But...
Hadjar looked at his fingers. There, on his previously smooth, youthful sk
