The Secret Crusade (Assassin's Creed, Book 3)
Oliver Bowden
Language: English
Pages: 193
ISBN: 2:00052963
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
After his family was betrayed and disgraced by the most powerful families in Italy, young Erazo chose the path of vengeance-and entered a world of mysticism and murder beyond anything he could have imagined. But his quest is far form over...
yelling and ready for the fight. Behind him he heard the villagers scream and scatter, although Mukhlis was urging them to stay. Altaïr turned to see him throw up his hands, but he couldn’t blame the people for their loss of resolve. They all knew of the fearsome savagery of the Assassin. No doubt they had never seen two opposing Assassin armies fight and neither did they want to. What they saw were marauding Assassins come howling from the gates with bared teeth and flashing swords, their boots
Altaïr. ‘One we can either submit to – as most do – or transcend.’ ‘And what is it to transcend?’ ‘To recognize that laws arise not from divinity, but reason. I understand now that our Creed does not command us to be free.’ And suddenly he really did understand. ‘It commands us to be wise.’ Until now he had believed in the Creed but without knowing its true meaning. It was a call to interrogate, to apply thought and learning and reason to all endeavours. Al Mualim nodded. ‘Do you see now why
to gloat about it before you strike? I won’t be taken so easily.’ ‘It’s not you I’ve come to kill. It’s him.’ ‘Speak, then, that I may judge the truth.’ King Richard beckoned Altaïr forward. ‘Who is this traitor?’ ‘Robert de Sable.’ Richard’s eyebrows raised in surprise. ‘My lieutenant?’ ‘He aims to betray,’ said Altaïr, evenly. He was trying to choose his words carefully, desperate not to be misunderstood. Needing the King to believe him. ‘That’s not the way he tells it,’ said Richard. ‘He
mingling with the red of the cross he wore. He looked down at himself, confused, as if wondering how the weapon had got there. Below him in the courtyard Altaïr was wondering the same thing. Then the Templar was swaying and Altaïr saw a figure behind him. A figure he recognized: Maria. She smiled, shoved the spy forward from the courtyard wall and let him tumble heavily to the ground below. Standing there, her sword dripping blood, she grinned at Altaïr, shook it, then replaced it in her sheath.
as a puppy to see him. Altaïr nodded slowly. He watched as behind Rauf an elderly merchant refreshed himself at the fountainhead then greeted a younger woman, who arrived carrying a vase decorated with gazelles. She placed it on the low wall surrounding the waterhole and they began to talk, the woman excited, gesticulating. Altaïr envied them. He envied them both. ‘It is good to see you’re unharmed,’ continued Rauf. ‘I trust your mission was a success?’ Altaïr ignored the question, still