Dear Diary,

We are in desperate straits, but we must hold out against the siege. The trebuchets are no more: we set them so they would still launch, but straight up in the air, so the missiles came right back down and destroyed them. Moreover, Archer managed to steal some of the Byzantine Fire, which Tuck is attempting to replicate. Still, the Sheriff’s men outnumber us by five or six to one, and they are trained, whilst ours are merely peasants – and today we received the unwelcome news that Richard has been taken prisoner in Austria, so his troops will not come to our aid. But we are committed: if we surrender now, or if our defence falters, we will be slaughtered. The Sheriff will give no quarter.

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