CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Aramis strained against his bonds, but it was no use. The ropes were cutting into his wrists and he could feel that his hands were sticky from the blood. Directly across from him, Mel was in a similar situation. They were each tied to a tall wooden pole. He looked over to his friend and thought he was sleeping, but then he noticed Mel’s lips were moving.
“Why is he praying at a time like this?” Aramis whispered to himself. He looked around the courtyard they were in. There were several of the wooden poles sticking up out of the ground, but he and Mel were the only prisoners. A few of the poles were stained red from what Aramis assumed was blood. The courtyard was on the outer edge of the temple complex.
Aramis had been surprised to find that the location of Mordum’s fol
