Daylight succumbed to the inevitability of darkness, the point where it was neither day or night and a precarious gloom settled over Exeter. Sir William paused and Sir Hugh, at his side stopped and looked to his commander in question.

"It is too quiet," whispered Sir William. "Something is amiss," his sixth sense alerting him to potential danger. In reflex, the Templar knight unsheathed his razor sharp sword. His eyes probed the gloom as Sir Hugh also withdrew ...