The Templar's Code

CHAPTER 56

Softly humming, Saviour Panos turned onto St. Martin’s Lane, the pouring rain coating everything in a wet patina. Amused at how easy it had been to jostle the Brit, he twirled his big black umbrella. All was going according to plan.

As he strolled past a shoe shop, a sales clerk arranging leather footwear in the window silently appraised him. Saviour lifted his chin to acknowledge the admiring glance.

After listening to the surveillance tapes from last night’s conversation, Mercurius had initially expressed delight upon learning the Emerald Tablet had been brought to England. But delight soon turned to alarm. And though Saviour didn’t have the intellect to fully grasp the connection, he knew that the Creator’s star was the symbolic embodiment of the Emerald Tablet. Mercurius feared what would happen if the threesome actually found the sacred relic; claiming it would be an unthinkable sacrilege.

Rest assured, that won’t happen, he fervently promised his mentor.

You are well and truly loved, Saviour.

About to turn onto Cecil Court, he glanced in a plate-glass window — and smiled. Feeling very much like the conquering hero.

An instant later, recalling the infuriated expression on Aisquith’s face, he chuckled.

“Soon, Englishman, your goose will be thoroughly cooked.”

Burned to a crisp.