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  • No! wailed the man. Not again! Then tell me. Ezio looked at the papers. The moment would come when he would have to put his sword down, however briefly, to pick them up. Some of the writing was in Italian, some in Latin, but there were other symbols, which looked like writing, but which he could not decipher. Then he heard a rustling, coming from the direction he had come. The wolfmans eyes gleamed. Our secrets, he said. At the same moment two more of the creatures bounded into the room, roaring and clag at the air with their steel claws. Ezios prisoner wrenched himself free and would have joined them if Ezio had not slashed his head from his shoulders and sent it rolling towards his friends. He tore round to the other side of the table, seizing the papers, and hurling the table over towards his enemies. The firelight dimmed. The fire needed stirring again either that or more fuel. Ezios eyes strained to pick out the two remaining wolfmen. They were like grey shadows in the room. Ezio dropped back into the darkness, stashed the papers in his tunic and waited. The wolfmen may have had the strength of the insane, but they couldnt have been very skilled, except in the art, perhaps, of scaring people to death. They certainly couldnt keep quiet or move silently. Using his ears more than his eyes, Ezio managed to circle them, skirting the walls until he knew he was behind them, while they thought he was still somewhere in the darkness ahead of them. There was no time to lose. He sheathed his sword, unleashed his Hidden Blade, came up, silent as a real wolf behind one of them and, holding him firmly from behind, cut his throat. He died instantly and silently, and Ezio eased the body quietly to the floor. He considered trying to capture the other, but there was no time for interrogation. There might be more of them, and Ezio wasnt sure he had enough strength to fight any more. Ezio could sense the other mans panic, which was confirmed when he left off his impersonation and called anxiously into the silent darkness, Sandro It was a simple matter then to locate him, and again the exposed throat was Ezios hopedfor target. This time, however, the man spun round, frantically tearing at the air in front of him with his claws. He could see Ezio, but Ezio remembered that these creatures wore no mail under their fancy dress. He withdrew the Hidden Blade, and with his larger and less subtle dagger, which had the advantage of a serrated edge, opened the mans breast. The exposed heart and lungs glistened in the dying firelight as the last wolfman fell forward, his face in the fire. A smell of burning hair and flesh threatened to overcome Ezio, but he sprang back and made his way as fast as he could, fighting down panic, to the kindly night air outside. Once outside, he saw that the wolfmen hadnt touched his horse. Perhaps they had been too sure of trapping him to bother to kill it or drive it away. He untied it and realized he was trembling too much to mount. Instead, he took its bridle and led it back to the Baths of Diocletian. Machiavelli had better be there and he had better be wellarmed. By God, if only he still had his Codex gun, or one of those things Leonardo had fashioned for his new master. At least Ezio had the satisfaction of knog he could still fights by using his wits and his training two things they couldnt deprive him of until the day they caught him and tortured him to death. He remained fully alert on the short journey back to the baths, and found himself occasionally starting at shadows something that would not have happened to him as a younger man. The thought of a safe arrival brought him no comfort. What if there were another ambush awaiting him there And what if these creatures had surprised Machiavelli. Was Machiavelli himself aware of the Secta Luporum Where were Machiavellis loyalties anyway He reached the dim, vast ruin a memorial to the lost age when Italy had ruled the world in safety. There was no sign of life that he could see, but then Machiavelli himself emerged from behind an olive tree and greeted him soberly. What kept you I was here before you. But then I was distracted. Ezio looked at his colleague evenly. What do you mean Some jokers in fancy dress. Sound familiar Machiavellis gaze was keen. Dressed as wolves So you do know about them. Yes. Then why suggest here as a meeting place Are you suggesting that I— What else am I to think Dear Ezio. Machiavelli took a step forward. I assure you, by the Sanctity of our Creed, that I had no idea they would be here. He paused. But you are right. I sought a meeting place remote from men, little realizing that they too might choose such a place. Unless theyd been tipped off. If you are impugning my honour Ezio made an impatient gesture. Oh, forget it, he said. Weve enough to do without quarrelling with each other. In truth, Ezio knew that for the moment he would have to trust Machiavelli. And so far he had had no reason not to. He would play his cards closer to his chest in future, though. Who are they What are they The Sect of the Wolves. Sometimes they call themselves the Followers of Romulus. Shouldnt we move away from here I managed to grab some papers of theirs and they might be back to collect them. First, tell me if you got the letter back, and tell me quickly what else has happened to you. You look as if youve been in the wars, said Machiavelli. After Ezio had done so, his friend smiled. I doubt that they will return tonight. We are two trained, armed men and it sounds as if you well and truly thrashed them. But that in itself will have incensed Cesare. You see, although there is little proof as yet, we believe that these creatures are in the Borgias employ. They are a band of false pagans who have been terrorizing the city for months.