Another arrow sped past and fastened itself in the far wall. Then a second came and a third.
“That makes four all together,” said the first archer. “There are four men outside against the four of us here. If we can hold out for an hour, help will be on the way.”
“We must barricade the door,” said the second. “As it is, they have every advantage.”
He pointed to the table.
We lifted it up and stood it on its end. Then, with care lest we expose ourselves to another shot, we moved it slowly until it stood before the entrance. It was hardly wide enough for there was a space of half a foot on either side.
The first archer who seemed to be the leader touched the second on the arm.
“Do you hold the door, Raoul,” he said, “while I look closer at our defenses.”
With that he stepped back and began to examine the room. He sent a sharp glance at the windows and tossed his head when he saw the smallness of them. When he came to the door that led into the kitchen, a worried expression crossed his brow.
“Can you fight?” he demanded turning to me.
“I can try,” said I.