“About two weeks ago I was patrolling the streets of Paris,” Renault said as he and Jacques stood near the bow of the ship watching the waves go by. Both had brought a tankard of ale up with them to have their private chat.
“And then I was pulled into all of this mess,” he continued. “Secret Orders, magical weapons, all of this is nonsense to me. I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”
“The spear,” Jacques said.
“Yes, that’s initially what convinced me, but then the visions and dreams, they pushed it even further. It’s a hard concept to get my head around, but Constance seems to understand it a little better.”
“So what are you guys looking for?” Jacques asked. “What is in Constantinople?”
“Have you ever heard of Durendal?” Renault questioned.
Jacques shook his he
