“God is not pleased. We have enemies of the faith in the kingdom.”
Vincent lowered the parchment and stared out over the heads of the men assembled in the courtyard. He tried to avoid making the calculation, but his mind had already totalled the men under his command against those of the nearest garrison. There would be no contest.
“Fellow soldiers of Christ and of the temple of Solomon. This is a warrant for your arrest. Have no doubt, they mean to kill us all.”
It was the gold they were after. All this talk of faith and divine displeasure was just to cover up the basest of motives. He thought it perversely fitting that the incorruptible metal should attract such tainted hearts. Best to return it to its earthen womb.
“We will bury the gold and meet them unarmed.”
No one argued. No one fled. No one gave up the secret.
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