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That must be how they found us.’
Was that so? Altaïr thought about it. Certainly the Templars seemed
to know their every move. But maybe that was less to do with an oracle
and more to do with the fact that the Resistance was infested with
Templar spies.
‘That is a curious theory,’ he said, wary that Markos might be trying
deliberately to mislead him. ‘But I suspect it was Barnabas who tipped
them off.’
Markos started. ‘Barnabas? How can that be? The Resistance leader
Barnabas was executed the day before you arrived.’
Of course. Altaïr cursed himself. There had been a Barnabas who was
loyal to the Resistance but the Templars had replaced him with their
own man – a false Barnabas. Altaïr thought of Jonas, executed by him on
the orders of the spy, and he hoped one day to be able to make
recompense for that. Jonas hadn’t deserved to die.
Altaïr left for the harbour district, found where the Resistance
prisoners were being held and slipped past the guards to discover them
huddled in a cramped, filthy cell.
‘Thank you, sir, may God bless you,’ said one, as Altaïr opened the
door and allowed him out. He wore the same look of gratitude as the
others. Altaïr hated to think what the Templars had planned for them.
He searched the gaol in vain for Maria …
‘Was there a woman with you when you were taken?’
‘A woman? Yes, until the Bull’s son Shalim took her away in chains.
She didn’t go quietly.’
No, thought Altaïr. Going quietly wasn’t Maria’s style. But who was
this son, Shalim? Would he take over the Bull’s reign of tyranny?