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Chapter Five Hundred and fifty : A sword, a ghost, and some Templars (part six)

CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FIFTY

(part six)

“They are trying to finance a war,” Jacob said. “You need to get rid of what you have.”

Pierre looked up at Jacob. He didn’t say anything he simply blinked.

“It would me truly leaving the order,” Delphie said.

Pierre nodded, looking down at his tea cup.

“You asked me about the future of the order,” Delphie said. “I will tell you this, Pierre Semaines.”

Pierre looked up at her.

“You do this thing — give or sell the swords to museums, find the dragon’s hoard and turn it over to be studied by museums, participate in real academic research into the order — you will do something no one else has been able to do,” Delphie said.

She paused to catch her breath.

“Which is?” Nelson asked.

“You will bring an end to the order,” Delphie said. “You should know that now, before you start on this road, because you will need allies to make it happen.”

“Who?” Pierre asked. “You’re an Oracle. Your kind has advised many a General. Who would I need on my side to bring about the end of the Templars?”

Delphie looked up at Pierre. After a long moment, she shook her head.

“No one,” Delphie said. “Everyone. I don’t know them to tell you one person over another. But I will say that many involved are, right now, wishing the end of this order. No one dares come forward for fear of death.”

“How do I find out who?” Pierre asked.

“You can bring me a photo,” Delphie said with a shrug. “Sometimes that works. But …”

Delphie’s eyes flicked to Nelson.

“What?” Nelson asked. “Just say it.”

“The bravest way would be to have your son publicly say that he will not participate in the order,” Delphie said. “The biggest way to do that is to, as Blane and Jacob suggested, sell or give the swords to a museum.”

Clearly conflicted, Pierre looked away.

“You don’t want that,” Delphie said.

“I don’t want my son to risk his life,” Pierre said.

“My life is already on the line,” Nelson said.

Pierre looked at Nelson. After a moment, he nodded. Pierre’s shoulders dropped with the weight of the gravity of this situation.

“Then what is it?” Delphie asked.

“These weapons …” Pierre said. “Ancient. Deadly. So dangerous. I have felt as if I were saving the world from them. Now, you’re telling me to let them out into the world where they could …”

Pierre shook his head.

“Think about it,” Delphie said. “Your elder sister is on a plane to Denver right now. She would like to speak with you in private.”

“Really?” Pierre asked.

“She brought the swords in her collection with her,” Delphie said. “She will be here by the time you leave for work.”

Delphie looked at Nelson.

“You should go with him,” Delphie said.

“I’ll call Ava to see if I can have the day off,” Nelson said.

Delphie nodded as if something had been decided. The room held the heavy energy of fate and expectation. They finished their dessert and slowly made their way to their apartments. With Sam clearing the last of the dishes, Jacob was filling the dishwasher while Blane cleaned up the kitchen.

“You okay? All of that takes a lot out of you,” Jeraine said. He hadn’t said anything through the entire event. Delphie looked up at him and nodded. “Why don’t I help you back to your apartment?”

“I’d like that,” Delphie said. “Thanks.”

Jeraine helped Delphie to her feet. With his arm around her, he led her to her apartment.

Denver Cereal continues on Monday…

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