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


(part three)

No one said anything for a moment.

“Then I will tell the order that …” Pierre said.

“Naayé’neizghání and Tóbájíshchíní killed the Templars,” Abi said with some finality.

Pierre nodded.

“And the police?” Blane asked.

“They already believe that Naayé’neizghání and Tóbájíshchíní killed the Templars,” Delphie said. “It’s just taking them a while to get around to it.”

Blane nodded.

“So, again, if the order continues, it will be clear of this criminal stain,” Delphie said with a nod. “Do you wish the order to continue?”

“There is a question about this wealth or prize or maybe treasure that only Nelson can get,” Pierre said. “People have heard about it for a long, long time. They aren’t likely to forget it, especially now that they know there is an heir.”

All eyes turned to Nelson. He was leaning backing in his chair. His arms were crossed and his eyes were rolled to the ceiling. In one sudden movement, he sat up. He pointed to Delphie.

“What is this ‘treasure’?” Nelson towered over Delphie. His raw frustration made his voice loud and aggressive.

“Watch your tone,” Sam said, standing in defense of Delphie.

“Dad,” Jacob said with a shake of his head. “He’s just upset.”

“No, he’s right,” Nelson said. “I am angry. I don’t need to take it out on our Delphie. I am sorry, ma’am. I am just getting …”

“The life you’ve always dreamed of,” Delphie said with a nod. “And now this.”

“This bullshit that doesn’t have anything to me,” Nelson said. “My mother’s life was taken for it. My father has lived in terrible pain for … nothing, something that happened more than a thousand years ago. I am not an immortal being. I have only one life. I want to live it and …”

“Shackles,” Delphie said. “Yes. You feel shackled by the past and your connection to events that have nothing to do with you.”

At this truth, Nelson gasped a breath. He sucked in another breath. Nodding, he let out the air.

“I think you’ll find that almost everyone in this room understands how you feel,” Delphie said. She nodded to Perses. “He didn’t ask to be born into a barely formed world. He was assigned his first wife. She …”

Delphie gestured to Cleo the cat, who was standing on the table in front of Perses.

“You’ve known,” Heather said.

“Who else could she be?” Delphie asked. “She’s always been welcome in my home and will be for as long as she wants or needs to be here.”

“Thank you,” Perses said.

Cleo picked her way across the table and slipped onto Delphie’s lap.

“Everyone here has made their own choice,” Delphie said. “Some, like Heather, have taken on their parent’s burden to save their parent and the world. Others, like Jacob, have taken on the responsibility and transmuted it into something that will benefit everyone who works there.”

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