The inside street was narrower than the third street had been, the buildings on both sides closing to where four people could not walk abreast without their shoulders touching.
Beorn moved through it at the front of what remained of the center squad, twelve men, fewer than what had started at the gate.
Three of their men were at the outer wall ahead. They stood in a loose line in front of a iron gate, armed but with the posture of a defense that knows it will fail and is deciding how long to let that take.
Beorn looked at Harr.
"Left side with your pistols," he said. "They have no barricade."
Harr moved left with five soldiers. The volley came from the wall when they had the clear shot.
