A Knight Templar walks down the street.
Behind him, a white-robed man moves through the crowd.
With one arm he embraces the Knight; then withdraws, letting the Knight fall to the ground. His hidden blade retracts into its sheath.
That is the end of the Knight Templar!
Another Knight Templar stands on a pier.
Behind him, he hears splashing.
Must be rats, he decides.
Then he falls into the water.
Templars do not float very well at all!
A third Templar stands in a corner, within the great and ancient city of Acre, Akka, "Saint-Jean d'Acre". (A misnomer, that last.) His back is to the wall. He watches all passers-by cautiously. He is a very careful man!
Suddenly, the body of an archer falls to the ground before him.
That's unusual, the Templar thinks.
Aloud, he asks, "Who could have done such a thing?"
A very startling weight on his back provides the answer.
Oh, you zany Templars!
To think - so many deaths, when something so simple as this would solve all your worldly woes.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Templars
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