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The day was bright and sunny and the pleasant warmth of the late afternoon held its sway over the settlement of Masyaf. In the shadows of the fortress walls, enjoying a pleasant and rare moment of solitude, Maria quietly watched as the instructor taught some of the novices in the training ring.
As the two of them had traveled east, Altaïr had decided to return to Syria to help rebuild the Assassins after the death of their Master, Al Mualim, taking his place as the Master of Masyaf. He had told her she was free to continue her journey alone. She, however, had declined and chose to remain with him instead.
It had not been an easy choice. Many of the other Assassin had distrusted her and frankly, she couldn't blame them. She had been a Templar after all and not just any member of the Order, but the lover of Robert De Sable, the former Grandmaster and their sworn nemesis. As far as she was concerned, they had good reason not to greet her with open arms.
AC: The grace of chaos IMaria Thorpe's eyes were full of grudge and humiliation while she looked down at the one ship that had arrived in Acre from Cyprus: it swayed peacefully on the waves of the Haifa bay. Thirty meters below the large terrace where the woman stood, dozens of laborers came and went along the gangway that connected the ship to the docks, carrying bags and wooden boxes over their shoulders. The wharfs were guarded heavily by soldiers. They watched every move the workers made and anyone else who tried to approach them.More Like This
That morning, the Templar expected to see at least three ships arriving the in the creek below the citadel, enough to transport Maria and her men from the island. Instead, Armand Bouchart sent only one to the Holy Land. There was just enough space for the precious cargo that the Templars had prepared, and for some of those Arabic horses the Grand Master liked so much. Maria wished with all her heart he would find them lame at their arrival in Limassol.
The measured steps