The citadel started to fill up with frightened and injured inhabitants fleeing from their hillside homes because of the barrage of rounded stones being hurled with deadly accuracy toward the walls of Montsegur. Pierre-Roger Mirepoix’s heart became deeply sick from the dread that comes with hopeless reality. He knew in a matter of days, the Catapults of the enemy would finally be maneuvered close enough to end the 10-month siege of the faithful warriors within the walls of the fortress. Pierre-Roger had to make plans to speak to the armies of the Papacy and arrange a surrender.
