![]() ![]() Is this the same piece of land where his library is situated?’ Sitting in the shade, safely out of the debilitating heat of the Masyaf marketplace, Maffeo asked me, ‘Al Mualim’s garden. But you won’t.’ With that, he died.Īltaïr looked up from the body of his mentor to find Malik and his men gazing expectantly at him – waiting for leadership and guidance. ‘Yes, you can, Altaïr,’ gasped Al Mualim. His muscles refused to obey the commands of his brain. ‘Destroy it as you said you would!’Īltaïr’s hand trembled. He readied himself to dash the Apple against the stone, still unable to take his eyes from the spinning image, finding it hard to make his arm heed the command of his brain. Whatever spell had been cast over Masyaf was broken. ![]() In the distance Altaïr could hear shouting. With barely a glance at the body of Al Mualim, they stood hypnotized by the Apple. ![]() ![]() Now Malik and his men rushed into the garden. For in much wisdom is much grief and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.’ I perceived that this also was a chasing after wind. It was a map, he saw, with strange symbols – writing he didn’t understand.īehind him he heard Al Mualim speaking: ‘I applied my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly. ![]()
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