16
The flying buttress of Notre Dame Cathedral rose into the dawning sky. The doors would be opening at any moment. Although closed doors were no deterrent to a knight and a witch. A few blocks away from the holy place, Gwin felt magic underfoot. There was also the ghost of something dark and hopeless, filled with great suffering.
Gwin knew some of the stories of the Templars. Those tales were mainly of their demise. She did remember the story of the Friday the 13th m******e.
“This is where they burned them?” she said.
“No,” said Lance. “It was done on the Seine. They were tortured, then burned, then drowned in the river.”
“Burned and drowned? That’s typically what humans do to witches.”
A breeze unsettled her hair. Gwin felt the gooseflesh on her arms raise.
Lance had been right ba
