Sacre Bleu, Paris is Burning

On the next night, the first of the new moon, the three piraguas set their sails for the sea from the small dock at Charenton-le-Pont. One man is missing from the crew drinking or wenching is unknown.
Less than an hour later and just within the city limits Lt. Alexios Komnenos commands the crew to uncover their small copper barrels and make ready their bows and fire arrows and to light the torches. Nearing Notre Dame Komnenos calls out loudly in Greek "Now we will teach these Frankish defilers of Holy Constantinople a lesson they won't soon forget that we Byzantines have a long memory." Arrows are nocked and dipped in to the small copper barrels of Greekfire, "light, pull and release your arrows as far and widespread as you can." Twelve fire arrows fly into the night and before they touchdown another dozen are in the air. The arrows land and burn fiercely setting ablaze Paris in a line along the Seine River bank heading down stream.
Alarm begins to spread, the town awakens, "Sacre Bleu, Paris is burning." On the left bank is heard a manical laugh from mid-river as Alexios shouts out "Now my family and Byzantium is avenged." The piraguas continue down river spreading their firearrows.........