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Chapter Six Hundred and Twenty-Nine: As if there wasn't enough going on... (part four)


(part four)

“You say that you are Templars, are will to kill for the cause, and yet you are. . .” Nelson paused to find the words.

“Pathetic,” Mari said.

“Pathetic is too mild of a word,” Mary Joy said.

Nelson sighed and shook his head.

“Go home,” Nelson said. “That is my order.”

“You can’t order us,” a middle aged man with a significant paunch said. “You are not Grand Master.”

“I am the surviving heir of Bernard of Clairvaux,” Nelson said. “My father passed the Grand Master to me when he inherited it.”

“Show them the sword,” Mari whispered.

“Jacque de Molay gave me his sword,” Nelson said. “It’s a direct pass of the Grand Master position from him to me.”

He held up the sword and the invaders took a step back.

“Where did you. . .?” the woman who’d come to kill him previously.

“I went back in time,” Nelson said. “I fought side-by-side with our ancestors for more than seven years. I was returned to this time by some ancient ancestral magic. The sword came with me. I have been recovering. But, I promise you — I am well enough to kill all of you.”

“You wouldn’t kill us!” the elderly woman who came in the back door said.

“I’ve killed plenty,” Nelson said. “You are here to kill my father?”

The invaders gave him a variety of guilty looks.

“Prepare to die,” Nelson said, feeling a bit like the movie character Indigo Montoya.

“Yay!” Mari said. “Let’s kill them all!”

The invaders turned in place and ran out of the building. Nelson grabbed Mari by the shoulders to keep her from running after them. She let him hold her back.

“Consider your life forfeit should you ever return,” Nelson yelled after he got a hold of Mari.

“Your life forfeit?” Mari asked. “Who talks like that?”

Nelson laughed. He swung the sword around and stuck it back into the scabbard.

“How did you get that?” Mary Joy asked. “The sword I mean. It’s beautiful and so powerful. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I went on a quest for it,” Nelson said. “Right after my father got sick. It was my effort to help him get well. But I have only completed half of it.”

“Count me in on the next one,” Mary Joy said.

They heard rustling behind them and turned quickly. An elderly man stepped out from behind them. He gave Nelson a kind of bow.

“What do you want?” Mary Joy asked irritably.

“We have met,” the man said in modern French. “We have decided to accept you as the Grand Master.”

“Whoop-di-doo,” Nelson said. “Why would I give even one care about that?”

“We are having issues in France,” the man said.

“Okay,” Nelson said mildly.

He had a vague memory of his father speaking about the government taking land from the Templars and something else. He glanced at Mari. She gave him a curt nod. She had blocked him from any stress that might impede his healing.

“If you are to be Grand Master, then our problems are your problems,” the elderly man said

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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