From somewhere outside the chapel they heard a final tortured scream. Then all fell silent. The Templars were feasting.
Blanc, their new arrival, wandered from the vestibule into the nave teetering on the edge of sanity. His lips trembled and he babbled, “How? I do not… Why? Do you…”
“We don"t have any answers,” Ray said sharply. “Besides, it doesn"t matter. They"re out there and we"re trapped.” He walked away making it clear the gendarme officer could keep whatever authority he thought he held.
Blanc followed after the big American. “But what do they want?”
“Revenge,” Ray said, taking the stairs to the gallery two at a time. “If you believe Clive, eh, Father Trevelyan. Human blood, our blood, to pay for their executions.”
The gallery door stood open and Ray took it to the balcony; pr
