The cold rain fell as the Templar returned to his ancient burial site with Vicki in his arms. She was still alive. By design, the knight had thrust his dagger through her right lung, collapsing it and disabling her. She had another - for all the good it would do her.
Inside the cemetery, the mummy dropped Vicki. She groaned on the ground at his feet. The knight ignored her. He stared across the plot at the six graves between his sarcophagus and the other; Francois de Raiis" six most loyal knights, executed with him, fellow worshippers of the dark One.
Raiis advanced to the grave nearest his own. He read the name and remembered the faithful Geoffrey de Charney. Charney had been the able student of the Order"s Grand Master when they"d met. What a delicious pleasure it had been leading him
