Haytham: Do you swear to uphold the principles of our order and all that for which we stand?
Shay: I do.
Haytham: And never to share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work?
Shay: I do.
Haytham: And to do so from now until death – whatever the cost?
Shay: I do.
Haytham: Then we welcome you into our fold, brother. You are now a Templar, harbinger of a New World. May the Father of Understanding guide us.
May the Father of Understanding guide us.
Hickey: Thank you kindly for the rescue, gents.
Haytham: There can be no further mistakes, Thomas. Am I understood?
Hickey: Wot about the Assassin?
E’s here. They put ‘im in the cell next to mine. Guess we didn’t quite get ’em all, eh?
Haytham: Deal with this, Charles.
Lee: At once, sir.
Hickey: Wot are we gonna do?
Lee: You’re that boy from the Continental Congress. Adams’ little lap dog. Hmmm, I think I have an idea… Yes. Two birds with one stone.
Hickey: Do tell.
Lee: All in good time. It’s not like the Assassin’s going anywhere. For now we should see about getting you better accommodations here.
Hickey: What are you on about? I thought I was gettin’ out.
Lee: I’m afraid you won’t be leaving for a while, thanks to Benjamin Tallmadge. He’s been running his mouth, saying all sorts of things. You’re being investigated for plotting to assassinate George Washington.
Hickey: What a bunch of bollocks! I thought you was gonna handle that.
Lee: We’ll discuss this ELSEWHERE.
Haytham: Do you swear to uphold the principles of our order and all that for which we stand?
Charles: I do.
Haytham: And never to share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work?
Charles: I do.
Haytham: And to do so from now until death – whatever the cost?
Charles: I do.
Haytham: Then we welcome you into our fold, brother. Together we will usher in the dawn of a New World. One defined by purpose and order. Give me your hand.
Haytham: You are a Templar. May the Father of Understanding guide us.
Charles: There’s a certain charm to Boston, I suppose. To all of the colonies, really. Granted, their cities have none of London’s sophistication or splendour, but the people are earnest and hard-working. They’ve a pioneer spirit that I find compelling.
Haytham: It’s quite something really – watching a place that’s finally found its feet.
Charles: Has it though? The French still wage war from up North. And I fear that Spanish have designs upon this place as well… Is this a new world? Or just another battlefield?
Haytham: Ah, that’s a story as old as time itself, and one that’s not likely to change. We’re cruel and desperate creatures, set in our conquering ways. The Saxons and the Franks. The Ottomans and the Safavids. I could go on for hours. The whole of human history is but a series of conflicts and subjugations. A desire for more, and more, and more.
Charles: I pray we one day rise above it.
Haytham: Whilst you pray, I’ll act. We’ll see who finds success first, hmm?
Charles: It was an expression.
Haytham: Aye. And a dangerous one. Words have power. Wield them wisely.
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