Knowledge was a virtual representation of one of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad's genetic memories, relived by Desmond Miles in 2012 through the Animus.


Altaïr visited the city's Assassin Bureau and spoke with its Dai, Malik Al-Sayf. Having shared the information on Robert de Sablé, Altaïr was given permission to assassinate his target.


Altaïr entered the Bureau, where he was greeted by Malik.

  • Malik: Safety and peace, Altaïr.
  • Altaïr: Upon you as well, Brother.
  • Malik: Seems fate has a funny way with things.
  • Altaïr: So it's true then. Robert de Sablé is in Jerusalem.
  • Malik: I've seen the knights myself.
  • Altaïr: Only misfortune follows that man. If he's here, it's because he intends ill. I won't give him the chance to act.
  • Malik: Do not let vengeance cloud your thoughts, Brother. We both know no good can come of that.
  • Altaïr: I have not forgotten. You have nothing to fear. I do not seek revenge, but knowledge.
  • Malik: Truly you are not the man I once knew.
  • Altaïr: My work has taught me many things, revealed secrets to me. But there are still pieces of this puzzle I do not possess.
  • Malik: What do you mean?
  • Altaïr: All the men I've laid to rest have worked together, united by this man. Robert has designs upon the land, this much I know for certain. But how and why, when and where, these things remain out of reach.
  • Malik: Crusaders and Saracens working together?
  • Altaïr: They are none of these things, but something else. Templars.
  • Malik: The Templars are a part of the Crusader army.
  • Altaïr: Or so they'd like King Richard to believe. No, their only allegiance is to Robert de Sablé, in some mad idea that they will stop the war.
  • Malik: You spin a strange tale.
  • Altaïr: You have no idea, Malik. But tell me where they've been seen. I should be after him before he slips away.
  • Malik: Three places I can say for certain. West of here, near both a guard tower and a hospital. And to the southwest, at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. See what you can learn. I will do the same.
  • Altaïr: I'll be quick as I can.
  • Malik: Stay safe, my friend.

After gathering the necessary information. Altaïr returned to the Bureau.

  • Malik: You've the scent of success about you, Brother.
  • Altaïr: I've learned much about our enemy.
  • Malik: Share your knowledge, then. Let us see what can be done with it.
  • Altaïr: Robert and his Templars walk the city. They've come to pay their respects to Majd Addin. They'll attend his funeral, which means so will I.
  • Malik: What is this, that Templars would attend his funeral?
  • Altaïr: I have yet to divine their true intentions, though I'll have a confession in time. The citizens themselves are divided. Many call for their lives. Still others insist that they are here to parley, to make peace.
  • Malik: Peace?
  • Altaïr: I told you. The others I've slain have said as much to me.
  • Malik: That would make them our allies. And yet we kill them.
  • Altaïr: Make no mistake, we are nothing like these men. Though their goal sounds noble, the means by which they'd achieve it are not. At least... that's what Al Mualim told me.
  • Malik: So what is your plan?
  • Altaïr: I'll attend the funeral and confront Robert.
  • Malik: The sooner the better.

Malik placed a feather on the counter, which Altaïr took.

  • Malik: Fortune favor your blade, Brother.
  • Altaïr: Malik. Before I go, there's something I should say.
  • Malik: Be out with it.
  • Altaïr: I've been a fool.
  • Malik: Normally I'd make no argument, but what is this? What are you talking about?
  • Altaïr: All this time, I never told you I was sorry. Too damn proud. You lost your arm because of me, lost Kadar. You had every right to be angry.
  • Malik: I do not accept your apology.
  • Altaïr: I understand.
  • Malik: No. You don't. I do not accept your apology because you are not the same man who went with me into Solomon's Temple. And so you have nothing to apologize for.
  • Altaïr: Malik...
  • Malik: Perhaps if I had not been so envious of you, I... would not have been so careless myself. I'm just as much to blame.
  • Altaïr: Don't say such things.
  • Malik: We are one. As we share the glory of our victories, so too should we share the pain of our defeat. In this way we grow closer, we grow stronger.
  • Altaïr: Thank you, Brother.
  • Malik: Rest if you need to, Altaïr, that you might be ready for what lies ahead.


Altaïr shared his knowledge of Robert de Sablé with Malik, and was given leave to proceed with the assassination of his target.