He sensed he was being followed, the sudden voice came only as a confirmation. ?Ye have no cause to trust me, Connar,? a voice from the darkness called out as he moved along the forest trail, ?But I pray ye will give heed to my words and judge, then, accordingly.?
Connar turned to face the source of the voice as Pierre emerged from the shadows, his head bowed, covered by the hood of the simple brown monk?s robe. Connar?s cloak was pushed back over his shoulder, his hand resting on the hilt at his side. His command succinct, ?Out with it, then, Pierre.?
The friar raised his head, looking up at the larger man facing him, the brown hood was far enough back that Connar could see the beads of sweat clinging to Pierre?s portly visage. ?Guillaume and the brotherhood of Montesoire sent me to retrieve ye?to bid ye to come to their aid.? His voice falling off as the words struggled from his throat. He feared, given his treacherous past, that Connar might not hesitate to separate his head from his body.
Connar glanced slowly around the quieted forest, the recent snowfall having dampened the sound all about. He stared back at the cleric, his tone unchanged, ?They need my aid?for what purpose? Has the library finally grown too vast for even monks to control?? His final words laced with heavy sarcasm.
?In a manner of speaking, the library is at the heart of their troubles, Connar.? The friar looked at Connar, his voice gaining confidence. ?Guillaume and the brotherhood have finally fallen out of favor with the Church?Guillaume?s refusal to transcribe scripture and ancient writ to fit newly declared doctrine has finally reached its boiling point. Even now an army from Rome marches toward Montesoire.?
His posture and tone remained yet in check as he spoke, ?I saw Guillaume?s armory, Pierre, and I have seen his brotherhood assembled in action, they should be able to handle whatever rabble Rome can gather.?
Pierre shook his head fervently, his voice stressing the urgency of the situation, ?Rome has made allegiances with many parties of late, Connar, to further its own causes and lengthen its power over the land and people. The army that advances even now toward Montesoire is gilded in black armor and comprised mostly of unscrupulous Templars who have fallen out favor with the Knights.?
?I still don?t see why there would be?? Connar began, but was cut off as Pierre continued.
?This army marches under a black banner with a crimson dragon. Tis more than just a symbol or crest - darkness and wizardry are at the helm.? Pierre hesitated a moment, drawing in a breath, hesitating to utter final part, ?Their intention is to destroy Montesoire and all within its walls?including the Hammer of God.?
Connar turned to face the source of the voice as Pierre emerged from the shadows, his head bowed, covered by the hood of the simple brown monk?s robe. Connar?s cloak was pushed back over his shoulder, his hand resting on the hilt at his side. His command succinct, ?Out with it, then, Pierre.?
The friar raised his head, looking up at the larger man facing him, the brown hood was far enough back that Connar could see the beads of sweat clinging to Pierre?s portly visage. ?Guillaume and the brotherhood of Montesoire sent me to retrieve ye?to bid ye to come to their aid.? His voice falling off as the words struggled from his throat. He feared, given his treacherous past, that Connar might not hesitate to separate his head from his body.
Connar glanced slowly around the quieted forest, the recent snowfall having dampened the sound all about. He stared back at the cleric, his tone unchanged, ?They need my aid?for what purpose? Has the library finally grown too vast for even monks to control?? His final words laced with heavy sarcasm.
?In a manner of speaking, the library is at the heart of their troubles, Connar.? The friar looked at Connar, his voice gaining confidence. ?Guillaume and the brotherhood have finally fallen out of favor with the Church?Guillaume?s refusal to transcribe scripture and ancient writ to fit newly declared doctrine has finally reached its boiling point. Even now an army from Rome marches toward Montesoire.?
His posture and tone remained yet in check as he spoke, ?I saw Guillaume?s armory, Pierre, and I have seen his brotherhood assembled in action, they should be able to handle whatever rabble Rome can gather.?
Pierre shook his head fervently, his voice stressing the urgency of the situation, ?Rome has made allegiances with many parties of late, Connar, to further its own causes and lengthen its power over the land and people. The army that advances even now toward Montesoire is gilded in black armor and comprised mostly of unscrupulous Templars who have fallen out favor with the Knights.?
?I still don?t see why there would be?? Connar began, but was cut off as Pierre continued.
?This army marches under a black banner with a crimson dragon. Tis more than just a symbol or crest - darkness and wizardry are at the helm.? Pierre hesitated a moment, drawing in a breath, hesitating to utter final part, ?Their intention is to destroy Montesoire and all within its walls?including the Hammer of God.?