Camilla sat on the edge of the mattress for a long moment, staring down at her pale, trembling hands. Her forehead throbbed with a dull ache under the tight linen bandage, but she forced her mind to ignore the physical pain in her head. She needed to think clearly. She needed to make sense of everything that had happened during the dark hours of the night.
She closed her eyes and recalled the terrifying events on the forest road. She remembered the loud bang, the smell of black powder, and the bright flash of fire. She remembered the dark metal tube the assassin had held in his hands—the strange, dangerous weapon that had spat fire and smoke, throwing a small lead ball straight into Damon's back.
It was a musket.
In this world, people fought with steel swords, long spears and wooden bows. Firearms like muskets did not exist in this era. They were never meant to exist in this original story. The author had never written about gunpowder or lead bullets when creating this book.
