Trembling in the wind fire torches - not the best coverage. But, nevertheless, only. The moon disappeared behind the clouds and the stars could not be seen at all tonight. Each of the guards was carrying a loaded pistol in his belt Aime fit even two. He hoped that at least half of the charges will fall to the address. And it did. In response, he heard moans and a dozen shots. Bullets whizzed close, but none of them got into the goal. People Aimee was too dark targets, nobles and servants of de Beaufort could not really see the attackers themselves were quite noticeable silhouettes. Alas, it was not reloading time. Lieutenant regretfully threw the gun in the snow, and drew his sword. Now he would have preferred the sword - in a crowd to chop much better than prick - but that which is not. Aristocracy ought not to complain about the fragility of the triangular dueling sword.