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"I have made a hideout, a bureau of sorts. Come with me, I will show you the way." Ezio gave a small nod to his head, a bow of his shoulders, a gesture toward Altaïr. His honor and his grace, he moved with Altaïr's permission to lead the way. And it was not a forty year old man that took him through flights, leaps, climbs, and faithful diving through Espoir, through Somni, and to the Lakeside Meridian. It was a young eager boy showing with such pride of his own his secrets to one whom he can trust completely. A brother, a master, Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad. Yes, the Great One. The one whom he went on endless search for the codex, the pages he mesmerized for the years he has had them, for the effort he took in collecting them, he permitted them to mind. They will never be lost but their meaning carried down to the other assassins through his own journals.
Ezio took Altaïr to his lakeside entrance, together they took the boat and went through the secret tunnel beneath earth and stone, where there were steps deep into the water and climbed up from the surface and into a spiral stairway. Musk and damp, dark and warm.
Ezio turned and grinned at Altaïr and showed him his right bracer and unleashed the blade and slipped it into the lock of his heavy guarded back entrance. Much like his own father, there were rooms within rooms, there were halls beside halls, attics above the attics, floors beneath floors. Accessible only with the key––
The hidden blade of their Creed.
Ezio took him to the library and showed him the two seats facing the hearth. A table between them.
I'd listen to the words he'd say.. - Post a comment
but in his voice I heard decay.