The Chevalier Mark Ramsay, Assassin and Alchemist for the Red Cross of Gold goes after the lost Key to the fabled Ark of the Covenant and in the process, discovers that the Order has attracted the attention of the Ancient Order of Assassins, a far eastern cult and long time enemy of the Knights Templar. He is only days away from marrying his one true love when he is torn away from her by his obligations to the Order and his beloved Brother, Lucio Dambretti. He finds himself in Divine company, fighting for his life against a terrifying dragon.
The Chevalier Mark Ramsay, Assassin and Alchemist for the Red Cross of Gold goes after the lost Key to the fabled Ark of the Covenant and in the process, discovers that the Order has attracted the attention of the Ancient Order of Assassins, a far eastern cult and long time enemy of the Knights Templar. He is only days away from marrying his one true love when he is torn away from her by his obligations to the Order and his beloved Brother, Lucio Dambretti. He finds himself in Divine company, fighting for his life against a terrifying dragon.
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A general murmur of surprise ran through the congregation gathered in the Chapel of Glessyn followed by the singular sound of the song of the Golden Sword of the Cherubim when the Chevalier du Morte drew the blade from its scabbard. The Italian cringed and felt perspiration running down his face and neck into the stiff collar of his tuxedo.
“Brother…” Ramsay uttered one word of warning and pressed the tip of the blade against his back. “Mind your tongue.”
“What is the basis of your objection, Sir?” Simon ignored the Knight of Death and directed this almost casual question at the best man.
“He does not love her as I do, Father,” Lucio said in spite of the danger.
“On your knees, Brother!” Mark Andrew ordered and took his arm just above the elbow, twisting it painfully.
Lucio went down without a whimper. He was helpless against the man. He was ill. He was dying.
“And you have proof of this, Sir?” The Healer asked and closed the Book of Sacraments, allowing his hands to drop into the folds of his priestly white frock.
“I do!” Lucio answered through gritted teeth as the groom took a hand full of his hair and pulled his head back. “Look at her, Father! Look at her! Look what he has done to her!”
“I see nothing amiss with the bride, Sir,” Simon smiled as he spoke, again acting as if nothing were wrong. “You are overwrought, Brother.”
“The veil!” Lucio shouted. “Raise the veil!”
“How dare you accuse me?!” Ramsay asked and stepped between the priest and his best man. “You are nothing! A street urchin. A filthy dog.”
“Look at her!” The Knight of the Golden Eagle gasped as the groom yanked his hair and then pressed the point of the blade against his side, directly where the pain was worst of all.
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