The Templar's Curse

She was nervous, but had that light in her eyes that Billi recognised. She’d spoken to Arthur about this, he’d taken plenty of persuading, but eventually agreed.
“You’re Idres. You’re Carados, of course. Lionel, and you must be Mordred. I’m —”
“We know who you are,” said Mordred. He shot an amused look at Billi. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Billi stood up and kissed Erin on the cheek. “I’m glad you accepted my invite.”
“What about Faustus? I thought I’d find him here tonight.”
Billi pulled up a stool. “He’s gone to Winchester for a while. There are people there who can help him manage his peculiar talents a little better.”
“People?” asked Erin. “What sort of people?”
“Witches.”
Erin laughed even as she shook her head. “I am never going to get used to this.”
“It takes time,” Billi admitted. “But you will.”
Erin hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I am.” Billi smiled. This was where she belonged and where her companions were, old and new. “Welcome to the Knights Templar.”
THE END

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THE TEMPLAR’S REVENGE
SUMMER 2021