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Havana, Cuba, June 1715
Apr. 28th, 2018 07:44 pmEdward went straight to Governor Torres’s residence, a vast mansion set behind steep walls and metal gates well away from Havana’s hubbub. There he told the sentries, “Good morning. Mr. Duncan Walpole of England to see the governor. I believe he is expecting me.”
“Yes, Mr. Walpole, please enter.” That was easy.
The gates squeaked, a hot summer’s day sound, and Edward stepped through to be awarded with his first glance of how the other half lived. Everywhere were palm trees and short statues on plinths, and from somewhere the sound of running water. It was a marked contrast to the fortress, opulent where that had been grimy, gaudy where that had been forbidding.
As they walked, the two sentries stayed a respectful but watchful distance behind, and Edward's limited Spanish picked up fragments of their gossip: apparently Ed was a couple of days late; apparently he was an “asesino,” an assassin, and there was something about the way they said the word assassin that was odd. The way they stressed it.
They came into a courtyard. There were two men already there. Both were well-dressed, men of class and distinction. More difficult to fool. Close by them was a rack of weapons. One of them stood aiming a pistol at a target while the other cleaned a pistol.
( You're Duncan Walpole, Edward told himself. )
[[ taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. ]]
“Yes, Mr. Walpole, please enter.” That was easy.
The gates squeaked, a hot summer’s day sound, and Edward stepped through to be awarded with his first glance of how the other half lived. Everywhere were palm trees and short statues on plinths, and from somewhere the sound of running water. It was a marked contrast to the fortress, opulent where that had been grimy, gaudy where that had been forbidding.
As they walked, the two sentries stayed a respectful but watchful distance behind, and Edward's limited Spanish picked up fragments of their gossip: apparently Ed was a couple of days late; apparently he was an “asesino,” an assassin, and there was something about the way they said the word assassin that was odd. The way they stressed it.
They came into a courtyard. There were two men already there. Both were well-dressed, men of class and distinction. More difficult to fool. Close by them was a rack of weapons. One of them stood aiming a pistol at a target while the other cleaned a pistol.
( You're Duncan Walpole, Edward told himself. )
[[ taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. ]]
