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pleasure or gratification in his victory. He merely shook the blood from
his sword, sheathed it and made his way to the balcony. From behind
him he heard more guards arriving as he stood on the balustrade with
his arms outstretched. Below him was a cart and he dropped into it, then
disappeared into the city.
Later, when he returned to the safe-house, Markos was there to meet
him, eager to hear the tale of the brothers’ demise. Around them,
members of the Resistance were embracing, overjoyed at the news. At
last the Resistance could regain control of Kyrenia. And if Kyrenia, then
surely there was hope for the whole island.
Markos beamed at him. ‘It’s happening, Altaïr. The ports are
emptying of Templar ships. Kyrenia will be free. Maybe all of Cyprus.’
Altaïr smiled, encouraged by the joy in Markos’s eyes. ‘Stay cautious,’
he advised.
He remembered that he was still no closer to discovering the location
of the archive. The Templars’ departure was telling him something.
‘They wouldn’t leave their archive undefended,’ he said, ‘so it cannot be
here.’
Markos considered. ‘Most of the ships that left here were headed back
to Limassol. Could it be there?’
Altaïr nodded. ‘Thank you, Markos. You have served the country
well.’
‘God speed, Altaïr.’
Later, Altaïr found his way to a ship that would return him to
Limassol. There, he hoped to unravel the mystery of the Templars’
intentions, to root out the truth about Alexander.
He pondered on it during the crossing, writing in his journal,