Chapter 37 - 1305
Oiselay cantered by oceans of golden wheat fields immersed in private thoughts. If Amaury was half as ambitious as Molay had said, he would rise to the bait. The Templar Marshal had yet to meet a man thirsty for power who would not seize it when the opportunity arose, no matter at whose expense.
When he reached Amaury’s estates in Strovolos, the guards informed him that the Lord of Tyre was hunting in the forest and stepped aside for him to pass. Oiselay rode on and saw Amaury’s hunting party in the distance.
He reigned in as Amaury was about to take a shot at a woodpigeon. The bird stopped in midair and came down with a thump. Amaury chortled with satisfaction, and his entourage gave a cheer. “Fetch!” the servants called out to the dogs, and they obeyed instantly. Ois
