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March 26th, 1210 Mona asks: "Master Altair, I know that you love your 2 sons so much, but can you tell us any more moments between you and your sons? Peace and safety," Upon you as well, friend. You wish me to tell you a story. I will oblige. An interesting tale unfolded last year when I taught my two children, Sef and Darim, how to mount and ride a horse. Maria, my wife, had been very much opposed to this outing, and it took many days' arguing for her to relent. Eventually, I did triumph and when the weather was stable enough, my sons and I descended the mountain of Masyaf with two steeds in our possession. It was at the peak of the

Andros held Maria lovingly in his arms. Her breathing was steady… her eyes were closed. Her sleep was sound, but he was wide awake; struck by how breathtakingly lovely she was in her sleep… not that she was not beautiful awake, but that hard mask that she wore when conscious marred her softer side… Her brow was flat and soft… her jaw relaxed. Andros wondered if he looked like that when he was asleep… breakable… vulnerable. Maria yawned, turning over in his arms with a content sigh.  With a sigh of his own, Andros laid down beside Maria and closed his eyes… pulling her to lie on his chest. When Maria awoke;