Swordsman's Legacy (Rogue Angel, Book 15)
Alex Archer, Michele Hauf
Archaeologist Annja Creed visits France to discover D'Artagnan's misplaced sword, lacking because the 17th century, and Ascher Vallois, one among Annja's treasure-hunting pals, believes he has situated the location of the relic that could carry the main to a fortune.
touch me.” “I think…yes, it's moving.” “Let me see.” Ascher leaned in as Annja twisted the pommel unfastened and punctiliously got rid of it from the hilt. preserving the around piece upon her palm, Annja flicked away debris of airborne dirt and dust. attention-grabbing how the sword, even though encased in a wood field and velvet bag, had develop into encrusted with a lot soil. after all, the field were cut up down the heart. Centuries of airborne dirt and dust had sifted via. The pommel used to be the scale of a silver-dollar piece in circumference. It.
was once convex, and heavy to counterbalance the load of the blade. either side of the piece have been inspired with a layout. “The coat of arms,” she blurted out, spotting the layout at the pommel. “The Batz-Castelmore coat of arms?” “Yes,” she stated, elation lightening her tone. “Two castles and the eagle. The queen went to nice lengths in having this reward hand made and custom-made particularly for d’Artagnan.” “Do you're thinking that they have been lovers?” he requested. “What?” Drawn again to truth via that.
He gestured to his henchmen. “You might go away. Manny, preserve submit open air the door.” He waited for the thugs to trundle out. Annja took a second to check the swords at the wall to her correct. 3 of them, every one displayed less than a halogen gentle. One used to be a rapier, 16th century, if she used to be no longer improper. closest to her place have been épées, single-edged damascened blades, and boasting attractive hilts encrusted with jewels and gold. All seemed sharp and prepared to be used. “You have fun with a superb.
Mansart had needed to toughen, dated from the rococo period of time. The tunnels diversified in width and peak from large, paved sections that you will force a military tank via, to the smallest wormholes guy needed to actually slither via, and pray that cheeseburger he’d had for lunch didn’t locate him caught within the heart like an entombed mole. regardless of the illegality of it, a whole neighborhood lived underneath the town in gypsum and limestone quarries. Cataphiles, they have been known as, and this used to be.
She sat at the canvas folding chair subsequent to his clinic mattress. It felt sturdy to take a seat and never be demanding. And not to need to stand prior to Roux and face his unhappiness. “I imagine there quite used to be a treasure, yet somebody claimed it and left the field there in its place.” Ascher settled at the fringe of the rumpled medical institution mattress, white recreation socks in his fingers. He let loose a heavy sigh. “Dumas?” “No. He died a pauper.” “Like our Charles de Castelmore. It needed to were within the mid-to late-nineteenth.