"When the smoke cleared this time, the walls of the Citadel were down, and the men, women and children in the houses and lanes behind them were dead. ...
          ...one man, crazily, stepping out of the fumes and the bloody rubble, scrambled over the wrecked battlements, stumbled down the steep hillside beyond and like an engine marched straight for the Ottoman army. Even from the palace you could name him: Bernardo da Fonte, an arequbus tight in one hand, a crossbow in the other. At a good place he stopped, laid fown his crossbow and with deliberation fired first one weapon and then the other into the enemy. Then sword in hand he raced into the dazzle of converging scimatars. Oonagh stayed, Galatian's arms around her, to see so much. Then, thrusting him abruptly away she went to look for Maria da Fonte.
          She found her, with her two daughters, on the threshold of her home. Before he had walked out to kill and be killed, her husband had used his sword with insane mercy. Maria and the children were dead."