Élise entered the kitchen with her purchase from the Parisian market. Henri was stirring something in a large wooden bowl.
"Here you are, Henri," she said, handing the bag.
"Thank you, El- what is this? I told you to get ten pounds!"
"There's been some kind of slave uprising in Saint Domingo. Those coins weren't enough for ten pounds."
"Bon sang! I'll have to talk to Monsieur Chobat! At least it's enough for this month."
She did not know Henri's politics regarding slavery, but even she could not deny the fruits from the tree of liberty were not always sweet. She put down the sugar at the counter. She still wondered if the slaves had been at all inspired freedom's triumphs in France, and how far their rebellion was going to get.
The kitchen door opened. Timothee was standing with two by his side: Arno and Denis. Denis' face was sour, which was not uncommon, but -
"Élise, mon chère! While you were running your errand, I did some important thinking, I - is that a ten pound bag? It looks like five."
"It's five. That's for another time. What were you going to say, Monsieur?"
"Oui. Well...I want all three of you here to go to Marseille! We must follow the enemy, find this Guy-Marcel Rodet!"
"All three of us? You mean Denis, Arno, and myself?"
"Oui. I confess I'll feel a bit naked without my three greatest weapons. But we have very little presence in Marseille. What presence we do have, Denis knows personally."
That surprised her. Especially with all the people the Templars had in Paris.
"What if you need us back?"
"I'll make sure Denis writes to me once you get situated, so I know exactly where to find you."
"And you still don't know anything about this Guy-Marcel character?"
"No, I'm afraid not. But I doubt he's the only conspirator in the area. Marseille's the largest port city in France. It would be a perfect place to ship in rascals from afar."