"It is within Masyaf--" And he was sure of that. As sure as he was that his heart still beat. He could see it in his hands, glowing and golden, and then on a pedestal and...

And then what?

His brows drew together, teeth grit as he worked against his own advice, straining to remember. Whispers came to him. Maria. Darim. Niccolo. The Mongols...

"I--

"I emptied Masyaf to keep them away from the Apple. But I stayed. The door... they cannot get through it without the keys. But they are brutes and will do all they can until the keys are theirs or until they all die."