He struggled for the land of the awake; it was still dark outside. The room was pitch black. The shock of waking to so much loud noise had left him tangled in the blanket. Knowing this gave him no comfort whatsoever as he tipped face first towards the floor, saving himself from a bloody nose at the very last second, as his shoulder bore the brunt of the fall.


Someone really wanted to get into the house, and he had a feeling that they were not there to spread good tidings and joy. He disentangled himself, pulled on his breeches and buckled on a sword. He was pulling a shirt on when Gabriel came barrelling into the room, half dressed himself, talking at ten to the dozen;

“Luc! It’s the King’s men. The Pope has conceded to the arrest of all Templars, and they are here for our guests.”

Luc paused for a moment and then, gesturing for Luc to calm down and be quieter said;

“Hide them. There are spaces under the wine casks. I will talk to the soldiers. Now go, and hide their colours as well!”

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This Ficlet was inspired by the front page of Wikipedia for the 13th of October 2008, in English. The Article was from the “On This Day…” section from the 13th of October 2008 and concerned arrests of the Knights Templar, which began on the 13th of October 1307; you can find out more here.