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Ethan Frye from Arbaaz Mir, decoded from
the original:
Ethan, I thank you for your correspondence. However, I regret that you chose to build
bridges over such turbulent waters. There is no debate to be had regarding Jayadeep’s
abilities as an Assassin. You gave him the skills, I in the interim have provided him with the
moral fibre necessary to put them into practice. You’re fond of putting things simply,
Ethan, so I shall do so now: it is six long years since you last saw Jayadeep and you are no
longer in a position to make judgements concerning his suitability as an Assassin. He has
changed, Ethan. He has developed and grown. I am confident he is ready for his blooding, and
he will indeed carry out the assassination as planned. His target is a low-ranking Templar
whose termination is a necessity in order to warn our enemies that their increased presence in
India shall not be tolerated. I apologize if these next words appeared to be a jibe against
you and George Westhouse in London, Ethan, but we are keen that the Templars should not gain a
foothold here as they did in London, for we know where that leads.
I thank you for your correspondence, Ethan. I hope and trust that the foundations of our
relationship are secure enough thatthis need not be the end of a great
friendship for you and me. However, I have made my decision, and just as you abide by your own
principles, I must abide by mine.
Yours, as ever,
Arbaaz Mir
Amritsar
13
Internal dispatch sent to George Westhouse of
London, decoded from the original:
Please relay immediately to Ethan Frye: Jayadeep Mir in The Darkness.
14
The door closed behind them. Torches bolted to the
walls lit stone steps down to a second door.
Ahead of Ethan was the meeting-room custodian,
Ajay. Like Ethan, his cowl covered his head as though to acknowledge the grim nature of their
business here in this dark, cold and unforgiving place. In addition, Ajay wore a curved sword at
his belt and Ethan had caught a glimpse of his hidden blade as he opened the door. Yes, Ajay
would do his duty if needs be. With regret, for sure, but he would do it.
They called this place The Darkness. A series of
small chambers beneath Amritsar’s main Brotherhood meeting room. Nominally the rooms were
designated for document storage or as an armoury, but their crepuscular atmosphere and cell-like
design ensured rumours constantly swirled around about what might have taken place there in the
past: plots hatched, enemies interrogated. It was even said that a baby had been born in The
Darkness, though few gave the story much credibility.
Today, however, The Darkness would earn its
reputation. Today The Darkness had a guest.
Ajay led Ethan through a second fortified door
and into a dimly lit stone corridor beyond, doors lining either side. At the passage end, he
unlocked a door inset withnothing but a tiny viewing hole, then stood to
one side, bowing slightly to allow his visitor inside. Ethan stepped over the threshold into a
small chamber that, whatever its previous function, had been repurposed as a cell, complete with
a wooden cot.
Out of respect for Ethan, Ajay laid his lantern
at the Assassin’s feet before withdrawing and closing the door behind him. And then, as
light glowed on the forbidding dark stone of the room, Ethan gazed upon his former pupil for the
first time in over six years, and his heart broke afresh to see him laid so low.
Jayadeep sat cross-legged in a corner among the
dirty straw that covered the cell floor. He’d been here for weeks, while Ethan had made
the lengthy crossing from England to India. As a result, his new living quarters were none too
fresh and he’d no doubt been in better health too, but even so Ethan was struck by the
boy’s looks. In the intervening years he had matured into a handsome young man, with
intense, piercing eyes, dark hair that he would occasionally reach to brush from his eyes, and
flawless chestnut-coloured skin.
He’ll break some hearts
,
the original:
Ethan, I thank you for your correspondence. However, I regret that you chose to build
bridges over such turbulent waters. There is no debate to be had regarding Jayadeep’s
abilities as an Assassin. You gave him the skills, I in the interim have provided him with the
moral fibre necessary to put them into practice. You’re fond of putting things simply,
Ethan, so I shall do so now: it is six long years since you last saw Jayadeep and you are no
longer in a position to make judgements concerning his suitability as an Assassin. He has
changed, Ethan. He has developed and grown. I am confident he is ready for his blooding, and
he will indeed carry out the assassination as planned. His target is a low-ranking Templar
whose termination is a necessity in order to warn our enemies that their increased presence in
India shall not be tolerated. I apologize if these next words appeared to be a jibe against
you and George Westhouse in London, Ethan, but we are keen that the Templars should not gain a
foothold here as they did in London, for we know where that leads.
I thank you for your correspondence, Ethan. I hope and trust that the foundations of our
relationship are secure enough thatthis need not be the end of a great
friendship for you and me. However, I have made my decision, and just as you abide by your own
principles, I must abide by mine.
Yours, as ever,
Arbaaz Mir
Amritsar
13
Internal dispatch sent to George Westhouse of
London, decoded from the original:
Please relay immediately to Ethan Frye: Jayadeep Mir in The Darkness.
14
The door closed behind them. Torches bolted to the
walls lit stone steps down to a second door.
Ahead of Ethan was the meeting-room custodian,
Ajay. Like Ethan, his cowl covered his head as though to acknowledge the grim nature of their
business here in this dark, cold and unforgiving place. In addition, Ajay wore a curved sword at
his belt and Ethan had caught a glimpse of his hidden blade as he opened the door. Yes, Ajay
would do his duty if needs be. With regret, for sure, but he would do it.
They called this place The Darkness. A series of
small chambers beneath Amritsar’s main Brotherhood meeting room. Nominally the rooms were
designated for document storage or as an armoury, but their crepuscular atmosphere and cell-like
design ensured rumours constantly swirled around about what might have taken place there in the
past: plots hatched, enemies interrogated. It was even said that a baby had been born in The
Darkness, though few gave the story much credibility.
Today, however, The Darkness would earn its
reputation. Today The Darkness had a guest.
Ajay led Ethan through a second fortified door
and into a dimly lit stone corridor beyond, doors lining either side. At the passage end, he
unlocked a door inset withnothing but a tiny viewing hole, then stood to
one side, bowing slightly to allow his visitor inside. Ethan stepped over the threshold into a
small chamber that, whatever its previous function, had been repurposed as a cell, complete with
a wooden cot.
Out of respect for Ethan, Ajay laid his lantern
at the Assassin’s feet before withdrawing and closing the door behind him. And then, as
light glowed on the forbidding dark stone of the room, Ethan gazed upon his former pupil for the
first time in over six years, and his heart broke afresh to see him laid so low.
Jayadeep sat cross-legged in a corner among the
dirty straw that covered the cell floor. He’d been here for weeks, while Ethan had made
the lengthy crossing from England to India. As a result, his new living quarters were none too
fresh and he’d no doubt been in better health too, but even so Ethan was struck by the
boy’s looks. In the intervening years he had matured into a handsome young man, with
intense, piercing eyes, dark hair that he would occasionally reach to brush from his eyes, and
flawless chestnut-coloured skin.
He’ll break some hearts
,
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