"He said at least a hundred," Harland pointed out.
"Can your men hold such a number?" Thornhand said, the nervousness evident in his voice as he threw that question to Penelope. He'd taken the time to don his own armour amidst the chaos, and had only just come down from his rooms, to see the battle ram captured, and twenty or so men lying dead on the floor.
"Vol?" Penelope asked.
"We'll manage," Vol replied. "Tian, Silverfish, get those doors closed until they're only as wide as ten men. Use what's left over of the beams to keep them in place."
