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long-term loss 14/?

[(Anonymous)]

I hate writing chapters where not very much happens. I'm sorry this was so late, but now that this is out of the way, the rest of the story should be written on a much better schedule. In case any of you were wondering, at the moment it looks like this will stretch to around twenty five or thirty chapters.


There was another small piece of cloth in a bush not more than thirty metres from the first. Ratonhnhaké:ton observed their surroundings carefully. Even though dawn was breaking, he could not see any more pieces of cloth. Why were there so few markers?

All right, it would be daft to have a trail leading straight to the camp. Any enemies that had seen the clues would be able to find them. So… the second cloth was a clue as to the direction the camp was in? Yes, that seemed right.

"Kanen’tó:kon, this way," Ratonhnhaké:ton said, pointing. Kanen’tó:kon nodded, and followed him southward. Presently, they came across a large hill in the thicker parts of the forest, one side of which was a small cliff. There were several horses munching on grass before the cliff, which had a lot of scrubby greenery growing on it, and would have seemed completely inconspicuous if not for the fact the horses were still saddled.

"I don't think this is the place." Kanen’tó:kon said. "The horses probably ran from a farm."

Ratonhnhaké:ton patted and pushed at the plants growing over the earth, until he came to a place his hand went straight through. A hidden cave.

"They must be here," Ratonhnhaké:ton said, pushing the leaves aside. The entrance was narrow enough that it could be more or less hidden by plants, but it was large enough that even a man as bulky and tall as Ratonhnhaké:ton could pass through without problems. He ducked through the greenery, and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Kanen’tó:kon followed him.

Like the cave Kanen’tó:kon had been sheltering in, this cave also seemed to stretch for quite some distance, around a corner if he wasn't imagining the faint firelight painting one wall.

"Come on," Ratonhnhaké:ton said, and started walking. After a moment, he heard Kanen’tó:kon's footsteps behind him.

The cave, as Ratonhnhaké:ton had thought, did open into a cavern, this one smaller than the one Kanen’tó:kon had been resting in. A very small fire burned in the centre, and the cave continued on through the opposite wall. Perhaps this had been some sort of secret passage, or a smuggling tunnel.

Two men lay curled next to the fire, a woman- Dobby- poking at the embers with a weary expression.

"There you are, Connor. We were wondering when you'd turn up," she said, without looking up. Ratonhnhaké:ton had not been as silent as he'd thought, then. The men sleeping by the fire- Stephane and Duncan- began to stir.

"I fell in a river," he replied lamely, in English. "This is Kanen’tó:kon. He is from my village."

Dobby turned her head, and her brow furrowed.

"Are you sure?"

"We have been best friends since childhood. He would never betray me."

Dobby nodded, though she looked unconvinced. She looked harder at the two of them, and frowned.

"Where's Clipper?"

"I do not know," Ratonhnhaké:ton said, honestly. "We stopped on cliffs overlooking a river and started planning how to get here, but Charles Lee appeared and I… I fell in the river."

"Charles Lee?" Duncan sat up, suddenly wide awake. Stephane and Dobby seemed just as shocked and anxious.

"You do not think that Clipper was captured, do you?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked, meekly. He knew the answer.

"If Kenway has him…" Stephane muttered.

"You think my father would harm him?" Ratonhnhaké:ton shut his eyes, trying to sort his muddled thoughts out. Even if his father and his friends had opposing ideologies, surely they could not be so different that violence could be provoked?

"Or worse," Duncan said, darkly. "We need to get to Achilles, form a plan of attack."

"Attack?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked, alarmed. "Would it not be simpler for me to simply ask Father to spare him?"

"No, we can't lose you again," Dobby said, urgently. "You have to see Achilles first. He's practically withering away from grief. That's why Jamie's not here, you see."

"Clipper won't be killed right away," Stephane interjected. "It's more likely that your father and the others will attempt to use him to manipulate us all."

"All the more reason to go to Achilles, then," Duncan snapped. "Jacob will have just gotten back, we can plan then."

"Plan what? A fight? We can reason with the Templars!" Ratonhnhaké:ton argued.

"We can decide what to do when we get to Davenport," Dobby said, with an air of finality. "Connor's right, we probably won't need to fight at all."

"Fine," Stephane said. Duncan nodded, and Ratonhnhaké:ton, feeling outnumbered, nodded too. He could always leave and warn Haytham if the plans turned into something sinister, and he did want to meet Achilles.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton, you did not mention any 'Templars' when we were talking earlier," Kanen’tó:kon said, slowly, in halting English. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"Templars?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked. True, the word did give him a bad feeling, images of death and destruction, but he didn't remember bringing it up in conversation. "I do not recall--"

"You said it," Duncan frowned, deep in thought. "Your friend is right, you did say 'Templars'."

"I did?" Ratonhnhaké:ton rubbed his eyes tiredly. "What is a Templar, anyway?"

"How can you not…?" Stephane began, utterly bewildered. His face brightened only moments after. "Oh, I see. Your memory is trying to come back. Jamie said it might be fragmented."

"What?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked. He was tired, and whatever was going on simply didn't make any sense. He wished that they would just get on with whatever it was that had been agreed upon.

"Tell me about the Assassins, Connor," Duncan said, seriously. "That symbol Jamie gave you. What can you remember?"

"I am not sure…" Ratonhnhaké:ton muttered. "The symbol stands for freedom. Not simply from oppressors, but… Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. Are assassins not killers for hire? Do I know any?"

Dobby rubbed a thumb over her lips, thinking hard.

"You remember bits, but they're not fitted together…"

"We can work with that," Stephane murmured. "Connor, we will explain everything we can on the way to Davenport. Kan… Kannon…"

"Kanen’tó:kon," Kanen’tó:kon supplied, looking disgruntled. "Kanen if you really cannot pronounce it."

"Kanen," Stephane continued, clearly grateful. "You can come too if you want. I daresay we could use an extra pair of hands."

Kanen’tó:kon nodded.

"It has been a long time since I last spoke with Achilles," he said.

"Good," Duncan said. "We only have two horses between five people, though."

"I could borrow one from Valley Forge," Ratonhnhaké:ton offered. "I am told the commanding officers there hold me in high esteem."

"They do," Dobby said, after a moment. "One of us ought to come with you, though. The others could wait by a nearby farmhouse."

"If you went with me, we could probably get another horse and some supplies," Ratonhnhaké:ton said.

"I doubt it," Duncan shook his head. "The supplies going to Valley Forge have been scarce lately. It's thought to be some sort of sabotage, but neither the army nor we have enough resources spare to investigate."

"But we could still get a second horse," Stephane said. "They'd be grateful for one less mouth to feed, I should think. Dobby, the farmhouse you're talking about is the one to the north, yes?"

Dobby nodded.

"We'll meet you there in an hour," she said. "Come on, Connor."

Ratonhnhaké:ton followed her from the cave, giving Kanen’tó:kon a nod to verify that yes, trusting these people would be in their best interest for now. He hoped that after all this trouble things would finally be made clear to him.

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[(Anonymous)]

I've got to disagree with your assessment. There wasn't a lot that happened physically, but I found the revelations of the Assassins and the deepening mystery for both Connor and Kanen’tó:kon to be very engaging. The continuous buildup is lovely and really helps set the tone.