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.
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.
May the Father of Understanding guide us.
Haytham: Tell me about yourself, William.
Johnson: What’s to tell? I was born in Ireland to Catholic parents which I learned early in life, severely limited my opportunities. So I converted to Protestantism and journeyed here at the behest of my uncle.
But I fear my uncle Peter was not the swiftest of men. He sought to open trade with the Kanien’kehá:ka – but chose to build his settlement away from the trade routes instead of ON them. I tried to reason with the man… But…
As I said, not the swiftest. So I took what little money I’d earned and bought my own little plot of land. I built a home, a farm, a store, and a mill. Humble beginnings – but well situated, which made all the difference.
Haytham: So this is how you came to know the Mohawk?
Johnson: Indeed. And it has proved a valuable relationship.
Haytham: But still no mention from your contacts of the precursor site? No hidden temple or ancient constructs?
Johnson: Yes and no. Which is to say – they have their fair share of sacred sites – Earthen mounds, forest clearings, hidden caves… but nothing matching what you described. No strange metals, no… odd glows.
Haytham: Hmm. It is well hidden.
Johnson: Even to them, it seems. But cheer up, my friend. You’ll have your precursor treasure. I swear it.
Haytham: To our success, then.
Johnson: And soon!
Johnson: Ah, no. What have you done?
Connor: Ensured an end to your schemes. You sought to claim these lands for the Templars…
Johnson: Aye. That we might PROTECT them! Do you think good King George lies awake at night hoping that no harm comes to his native subjects? Or that the people of the city care one whit about them? Oh, sure, the colonists are happy to trade when they need food or shelter or a bit of extra padding for their armies. But when the walls of the city constrict – when there’s crops that need soil – when there’s… when there’s no more enemy to fight – we’ll see how kind the people are then.
Connor: The colonists have no quarrel with the Iroquois.
Johnson: Not yet. But they will. ‘Tis the way of the world. In time, they’ll turn. I… I could have stopped it. I could have saved you all…
Connor: You speak of salvation, but you were killing them.
Johnson: Aye. Because they would not listen! And so, it seems, neither will you…
Connor: (May the Faceless One grant you the peace you claimed to seek.)
I find the final moments of the Templars in AC3 saddening for some reason…
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