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developed from years of wielding the huge broadsword. From behind
him Altair heard the other guards arriving, then stopping at a signal
from Lazy Eye.
‘I want him,’ growled the giant knight.
He was arrogant, over-confident. Altaïr smiled, savouring the irony.
Then he came forward, his blade sweeping up. Grinning, Lazy Eye
deflected the blow and was grunting as Altaïr skipped to his left, coming
at Lazy Eye from the other side – the side of his damaged eye, his weak
spot – and slashing at his neck.
The knight’s throat opened and blood poured from the wound as he
sank to his knees. From behind Altaïr there was a surprised cry so he
started running, crashing through a collection of crazy men, who had
gathered to watch, then sprinting across the courtyard, past the well and
under the arch into Acre.
He stopped, scanning the roofline. Next he was vaulting a stall, the
angry merchant shaking his fist as he scaled a wall behind him and took
to the roofs. Running, jumping, he left the nightmare hospital behind
him and melted into the city still mulling over de Naplouse’s last words.
The artefact he had spoken of. Briefly Altaïr thought of the box on Al
Mualim’s desk, but no. What possible connection would the Hospitalier
have with that?
But if not that, then what?