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Castle. A real brute.’
Altaïr nodded. ‘With the castle guard dead, what would it take to get
me inside?’
‘Assuming I’m appointed to his position, I could find an excuse to
reduce the castle watch for a short time. Would that work?”
‘I’ll make it,’ said Altaïr.
Things were moving quickly.
‘Osman is making the arrangements,’ he told Alexander later, back at the
safe-house. While he’d been out, Maria had spent much of the day in the
storeroom where she had kept Alexander entertained with a string of
insults and wisecracks, her infuriation only increasing when he had
asked her to repeat them, a fan of her English diction. Now, however,
she had been allowed out to eat and sat on an unsteady wooden chair,
glaring at Altaïr and Alexander, who sat talking, and shooting angry
glances at any other Resistance men who happened to pass through.
‘Excellent. Now what?’ said Alexander.
‘We give him some time,’ said Altaïr. He turned to Maria. ‘He also
told me about the Templar archive. Have you heard of such a thing?’
‘Of course,’ said Maria. ‘That’s where we keep our undergarments.’
Altaïr despaired. Turning back to Alexander, he said, ‘Cyprus would
be a good location to safeguard both knowledge and weapons. With the
right strategy, it’s an easy island to defend.’
He stood. Osman would have had time to clear the castle walls by
now. It was time to infiltrate the castle.