A breeze blew through the cemetery, causing the fog to swirl in random directions. To his right, Aramis caught sight of a small stone building. Two torches were lit on either side of the doorway. He wasn’t completely sure, but he thought the door was ajar. And then he had a desperate idea.
“I think I see a defensible position!” he shouted. “We need to clear a path to my right. Can you manage it?”
“Yes,” Mel answered. The word came out more as a gasp.
Aramis managed the knock the sword out of one of his attacker’s hands, then quickly decapitated him. “Let’s go now!”
As one, they turned in the direction of the building and forced their way through the crowd of dead men. Arms and legs got hacked off as the two used the last of their strength to push through the bodies. When they finally b
