The Templar Informant

Chapter 5: Success and Suspicious Ways

June 27, 1776

I was taking a kip on the couch in the sitting room of the Fort when Haytham came barging in with what looked like barely contained rage, "What is with you men and barging though them doors?"

Haytham did not seem even mildly amused by my remark and sat himself in the chair across from the couch without acknowledging me further. "Okay, what the bloody hell is troubling you? It takes a lot to ruffle your feathers like this."

He sighs before finally facing me, "Thomas was arrested today for the counterfeiting."

That explained the ire he was giving off, but not the troubled expression. "Okay, even I will admit that was bound to happen Haytham. I mean, bloody hell, he was counterfeiting. That does not explain everything though," and I swear his expression looked mildly pained, but it was gone so fast I may have imagined it.

"It was the Assassin's fault, he was chasing Thomas through the streets and they were both arrested. I have asked Charles to deal with the situation," the way he was avoiding my eyes was all the evidence I needed.

"The Assassin you say," the slight flinch was confirmation that I should keep going down this current track. "You saw it didn't you? You met the boy and you saw it."

"I have no idea what you are referring too," and he tried to stand and leave the room, but I was not having any of that, Grand Master or no Grand Master.

"Haytham Kenway, you sit back down, you are going to talk about this," and I think how stunned he was at me speaking to him like that was what rooted him in his seat. "Tell me what it is you saw when you looked at that boy."

That pained expression I thought I saw earlier appeared, and stayed on his face this time, "I saw Ziio."

"And what else?"

He gives me a look, the kind of look that pleads with me to just let him go, but when he sees that is not going to happen, he continues. "I saw myself, he had Ziio's eyes, but was...is undoubtedly a Kenway."

I knew it was inevitable that he would find out about Connor, I just wish it was under better circumstances. We remain in silence for a few minutes before he seems to realise something, "You knew."

We were silent for so long, I almost did not understand what he meant, but then I realised; he meant about Connor. That I knew he existed. I could see the earlier anger resurface and I knew I had to be honest with him, "Aye, I knew about him."

"Why did you never tell me?"

I give myself time to think about how I was going to word it, "Would you have believed me Haytham?" Before he can interject, I press forward. "Be honest Haytham, would you really have believed me if I went up to you and told you that you had a son? You would probably have thought me crazy because you are the type of man that needs to see it for yourself. Plus, I knew that fate would bring you two together. However, Haytham, you need to understand that I had never anticipated he would become an Assassin."

He looked stunned again, "You knew about him before he was an Assassin? I figured you must have realised when you first talked to him the day William died."

Well shite, no point turning back now, "No Haytham, I have known about him for sixteen years. He would have been four years old when I first saw him."

"When was this?"

I was not sure I wanted to tell him the truth about this, I can imagine he would not believe me on this one, so I decided this was the one thing I was going to be untruthful about, "It was during one of my trips to the Frontier, I ran into the boy when he was playing. He did not hang around long."