Luis flashed the crucifix through the door. The knight growled, let go of the rail and dropped back to the courtyard. A second Templar, on the roof, leaned over the eave at just that instant and gave himself an eyeful. The mummy howled in pain and retreated.
Luis slammed the door and put his weight against it. Suddenly he appreciated the argument raging below. And he was on Brandy"s side.
“You cannot do this,” Trevelyan cried again. “You cannot desecrate the resting place of the dead.”
“And you can"t have it both ways, Father,” Brandy replied. “We can"t lock the balcony door. We"re all going to end up among the dead.”
“Why can"t you understand…?”
“When is the last time you were in the ossuary?”
“What has that to do with anything?”
“When?” Brandy demanded.
“I"ve only been once. Thir
