She was quite calm, although sundry burning arrows and spears, falling with great force from the cliff above, struck the flat roofs close to where she stood.
Her ladies, however, were not calm.

They wept and wrung their hands, while one of them went into violent hysterics in her very natural terror.

Maqueda turned and bade them descend to the courtyard of the gateway, where she said she would join them presently.

They rushed off, rejoicing to escape the sight of those burning arrows, one of which had just pierced a man and set his clothes and hair on fire, causing him to leap from the roof in his madness.
At Oliver's request I ran to the Child of Kings to lead her to some safer place, if it could be found.

But she would not stir.
"Let me be, O Adams," she said.