“I don’t understand,” Renault said sitting at a table across from Napoleon Bonaparte and Maximilien de Robespierre. His near death experience still shaking him to his core.
“You were holding one of the Brotherhood’s most priceless artifacts,” Napoleon began. “Gungnir, the spear of Odin, or the Spear of Destiny. It’s gone by many names, the church also called it the Holy Lance or Lance of Longinus, but that’s misleading as it has never been in the Orient, at least not in the last 10,000 years.”
“You mean to tell me that the spear is 10,000 years old?” Renault asked.
“Older actually,” Robespierre interjected.
“To be frank,” Napoleon began, “I was very skeptical about everything in the Brotherhood when I was inducted, but today you have eliminated any skepticisms I have.”
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