The people hiding in their houses heard the sound of horses
and men in armour first. Then the screams and cries began.
Outside in the narrow streets of Bilbais, everyone was trying to
run away from danger, but it was hopeless. Amalric’s knights on
their war horses were everywhere. Their bright swords were red
with the blood, not just of the soldiers fighting them, but of the
people in the town too. No one was safe, and at the end of that
terrible day, the streets were silent and bloody.