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no more. From today on, you will track them yourself.’
‘If that is what you wish.’
‘It is.’
‘Then tell me what it is that I must do.’
‘I hold here a list. Nine names adorn it. Nine men who need to die.
They are plague-bringers. War-makers. Their power and influence
corrupt the land – and ensure the Crusades continue. You will find them.
Kill them. In doing so you’ll sow the seeds of peace, both for the region
and for yourself. In this way, you may be redeemed.’
Altaïr took a long, deep breath. This he could do. This he wanted –
needed – to do.
‘Nine lives in exchange for mine,’ he said carefully.
Al Mualim smiled. ‘A most generous offer, I think. Have you any
questions?’
‘Where shall I begin?’
‘Ride for Damascus. Seek out the black-market merchant named
Tamir. Let him be the first to fall.’
Al Mualim moved to his cage of carrier pigeons, took one and cupped
it gently in his palm. ‘Be sure to visit the city’s Assassin Bureau when
you arrive. I’ll dispatch a bird to inform the rafiq of your arrival. Speak
with him. You’ll find he has much to offer.’
He opened his hand and the bird disappeared through the window, as
though snuffed out.
‘If you believe it best,’ said Altaïr.
‘I do. Besides, you cannot begin your mission without his consent.’
Altair bridled. ‘What nonsense is this? I don’t need his permission. It’s
a waste of time.’