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[[File:ACS Secret of London Box.jpg|250px|thumb|One of the music boxes]]
[[File:ACS Secret of London Box.jpg|250px|thumb|One of the music boxes]]
The '''Secrets of London''' were a collection of music boxes scattered throughout [[London]] by the [[Assassins|Assassin]] [[Michel Reuge]]; inside the music boxes were discs, marked with the [[Assassin insignia]], that acted as keys for [[Michel Reuge's Vault|Reuge's Vault]], in which he presumably hid a [[Piece of Eden]]. When all the discs were found by the [[British Assassins]] [[Evie Frye|Evie ]]and [[Jacob Frye]], the [[Aegis]], an outfit worn by [[Minerva]] during [[Human-Isu War|war]], was unlocked from the vault, and Evie claimed it for herself.
The '''Secrets of London''' were a collection of music boxes scattered throughout [[London]] by the [[Assassins|Assassin]] [[Michel Reuge]]. Inside the music boxes were discs, marked with the [[Assassin insignia]], that acted as keys for [[Michel Reuge's Vault|Reuge's vault]], in which he presumably hid a [[Piece of Eden]].<ref name="ACS">''[[Assassin's Creed: Syndicate]]''</ref>
 
31 discs were accompanied by a poem—often an excerpt of the anonymously written 17th-century poem ''{{Wiki|Tom o' Bedlam}}''—except disc number 15, which was found inside the vault itself. Once the [[British Brotherhood of Assassins|British Assassins]] [[Evie Frye|Evie]] and [[Jacob Frye]] found all the discs, [[Minerva]]'s [[Aegis]] outfit that she wore during the [[Human-Isu War]] was unlocked from the vault and Evie claimed it for herself.<ref name="ACS"/>


==Secrets==
==Secrets==
<tabber>
<tabber>
#01 - BUCKINGHAM=
|-|#01 - BUCKINGHAM=
[[File:ACS Notebook 1.jpg|thumb]]
But I will find Bonny Maud, merry mad Maud<br>And seek whate'er betides her<br>Yet I will love beneath or above<br>The dirty earth that hides her.
But I will find Bonny Maud, merry mad Maud
|-|#02 - CITY OF LONDON=
And seek whate'er betides her
While I do sing, any food<br>Feeding drink or clothing?<br>Come dame or maid, be not afraid,<br>Poor Tom will injure nothing.
Yet I will love beneath or above
|-|#03 - THAMES=
The dirty earth that hides her.
With a thought a look for Maudlin,<br>And a cruse of cockle pottage,<br>With a thing thus tall, Sky bless you all,<br>I befell into this dotage.
|-|
|-|#04 - BUCKINGHAM=
#02 - CITY OF LONDON=
I slept not since the Conquest,<br>Till then I never waked,<br>Till the rougish boy of love where I lay<br>Me found and stript me naked.
[[File:ACS Notebook 2.jpg|thumb]]
|-|#05 - LAMBETH=
While I do sing, any food
I know more than [[Apollo]],<br>For oft when he lies sleeping<br>I see stars as mortal wars<br>In the wounded welkin weeping.
Feeding drink or clothing?
|-|#06 - LAMBETH=
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
The moon embraced her shepherd,<br>And the Queen of Love her warrior,<br>While the first doth horn the star of morn,<br>And the next the heavenly farrier.
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
</tabber>
|-|
<tabber>
#03 - THAMES
|-|#07 - THE STRAND=
[[File:ACS Notebook 3.jpg|thumb]]
Of thirty bare years have I<br>Twice twenty been enraged<br>And of forty been three times fifteen<br>In durance soundly caged.
With a thought a look for Maudlin,
|-|#08 - LAMBETH=
And a cruse of cockle pottage,
On the lordly lofts of Bedlam<br>With stubble soft and dainty,<br>Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding-dong,<br>With wholesome hunger plenty.
With a thing thus tall, Sky bless you all,
|-|#09 - SOUTHWARK=
I befell into this dotage.
When I short have shorn my sour-face<br>And swigged by horny barrel<br>In an oaken inn, I pound my skin<br>As a suit of gilt apparel.
|-|
|-|#10 - THE STRAND=
4=
The moon's my constant mistress,<br>And the lonely [[owl]] my marrow;<br>The flaming drake and the night [[Raven|crow]] make<br>Me music to my sorrow.
[[File:ACS Notebook 4.jpg|thumb]]
|-|#11 - CITY OF LONDON=
I slept not since the Conquest,
The spirits white as lightning<br>Would on my travels guide me<br>The stars would shake and the moon would<br>Whenever they espied me.
Till then I never waked,
|-|#12 - SOUTHWARK=
Till the rougish boy of love where I lay
And then that I'll be murdering<br>The Man in the Moon to the powder<br>His staff I'll break, his [[dog]] I'll shake<br>And there'll howl no demon louder.
Me found and stript me naked.
</tabber>
|-|
<tabber>
5=
|-|#13 - WESTMINSTER=
[[File:ACS Notebook 5.jpg|thumb]]
With a host of furious fancies,<br>Whereof I am commander,<br>With a burning spear and a horse of air,<br>To the wilderness I wander.
There are so many things to relate, I hardly know where to start. It has been equal parts triumph and failure!
|-|#14 - THAMES=
By a knight of ghosts and shadows<br>I summoned am to tourney<br>Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end—<br>Methinks it is no journey.
|-|#16 - THE STRAND=
The palsy plagues my pulses<br>When I prig your pigs or pullen,<br>Your culvers take, or matchless make<br>Your Chanticleer or sullen.
|-|#17 - CITY OF LONDON=
When I want provant, with Humphrey<br>I sup, an when benighted<br>I repose in Paul's with waking souls,<br>Yet never am affrighted.
|-|#18 - WHITECHAPEL=
The Gipsys, Snap and Pedro<br>Are none of Tom's comradoes,<br>The punk I scorn, and the cutpurse sworn<br>And the roaring boy's bravadoes.
|-|#19 - LAMBETH=
The meek, the white, the gentle,<br>Me handle not nor spare not;<br>But those that cross Tom Rynosseross<br>Do what the panther dare not
</tabber>
<tabber>
|-|#20 - THAMES=
That of your five sound senses<br>You never be forsaken,<br>Nor wander from your selves with Tom<br>Abroad to beg your bacon.
|-|#21 - THAMES=
I'll bark against the Dog-Star<br>I'll crow away the morning<br>I'll chase the Moon till it be noon<br>And I'll make her leave her horning.
|-|#22 - WHITECHAPEL=
I now repent that ever<br>Poor Tom was so disdain-ed<br>My wits are lost since him I crossed<br>Which makes me thus go chained.
|-|#23 - CITY OF LONDON=
So drink to Tom of Bedlam<br>Go fill the seas in barrels<br>I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall<br>And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel
|-|#24 - SOUTHWARK=
For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam<br>Ten thousand miles I travelled<br>Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes<br>To save her shoes from gravel.
|-|#25 - THE STRAND=
Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys<br>Bedlam boys are bonny<br>For they all go bare and they live by the air<br>And they want no drink nor money.
</tabber>
<tabber>
|-|#26 - WHITECHAPEL=
I went down to Satan's kitchen<br>To break my fast one morning<br>And there I got souls piping hot<br>All on the spit a-turning.
|-|#27 - SOUTHWARK=
There I took a cauldron<br>Where boiled ten thousand harlots<br>Though full of flame I drank the same<br>To the health of all such varlets.
|-|#28 - WESTMINSTER=
My staff has murdered giants<br>My bag a long knife carries<br>To cut mince pies from children's thighs<br>For which to feed the fairies.
|-|#29 - WHITECHAPEL=
No gypsy, slut, or doxy<br>Shall win my mad Tom from me<br>I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight<br>The fray shall well become me.
|-|#30 - BUCKINGHAM=
I've diced with many royals<br>
And from their gilded palaces<br>
With a crown of green, light feet so keen<br>
I'll have their silver chalices.
</tabber>
<tabber>
|-|#31 - WESTMINSTER=
I took a climb to Heaven<br>And saw the stars a-moving<br>In pirouettes and batonnets<br>For [[Galileo Galilei|Galileo]]'s proving.
|-|#32 - WESTMINSTER=
I walked the world's four corners<br>And heard the roll of thunder<br>I smelled the rain and felt life's pain<br>And all the world's wide wonder.
</tabber>


It seems that the Piece of Eden that Miss Thorne is seeking is a Shroud of Eden, which the Assassins recovered at some point before they left London. Where that Shroud is, or why Miss Thorne seeks it, are still a mystery.
==Behind the scenes==
 
Although secret #15 does not come with a poem in-game, the game files have the following poem associated with it:
I found a series of directions that pointed to a hidden vault within the [[Kenway Mansion|Kenway house]]. It was once owned by [[Edward Kenway]], a Master Assassin, and then passed to his son [[Haytham Kenway|Haytham]], a Templar [[Grand Master of the Templar Order|Grand Master]] (one can only imagine the family dinners). After the Kenways' time, the mansion passed out of our history. Or so we thought.
:From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.
 
The game files also include database entries of [[Michel Reuge#Behind the scenes|Michel Reuge's journal]] dealing with finding the Aegis and his work on the music boxes.
I travelled there, accompanied by Mr. Green, only to find that the house is still being occupied by Templars. Indeed, it seems Miss Thorne has made it her principal place of business, for we saw her enter as we arrived.
 
I was determined to enter in any case, avoiding a direct confrontation if at all possible. We found Edward Kenway's hidden vault - a secret that has managed to remain hidden for more than a century.
 
Rather unfortunately, Edward Kenway's method of "concealing" a vault involved a player piano that alerted the [[guards]] to our presence. Mr. green and I had the barest amount of time to look around and see the treasures hidden within before we had to flee. I came away with a single piece of paper and a metal disk.
 
That sounds like very little, I know. However, the paper itself tells us the story of the London Assassins before they were wiped out. Several bolt holes are mentioned, any one of which might contain valuable information about our history. And the disk promises to unlock a key - a [[Isu|Precursor]] object, hidden somewhere in London.
 
(How strange, the phrase "to unlock a key". I wonder if it is an attempt at a joke on Kenway's part. Given the player piano, I have a low opinion of his sense of humour.)
 
We shall have to return to the Kenway mansion at a later time, to deal with the Templars in a more final manner, and reclaim the rest of the artifacts inside.
 
In the meantime, the information I* recovered points to the disk being a piece of the [[Monument to the Great Fire of London|Monument]], so I am headed there to discover what secrets it might hold.
 
Jacob has arrived and seems determined to accompany me, though I have not invited him.
 
<nowiki>*</nowiki>N.B (I wrote that before I thought. I should say 'we', for Mr. Green was there as well, and we are often together.)
|-|
6=
[[File:ACS Notebook 6.jpg|thumb]]
[[Philip Twopenny]], of the [[Bank of England]], is dead.
 
And Jacob's flair for causing trouble has struck again.
 
It seems that despite warnings that he must exercise care and discretion when dealing with the Bank of England, Jacob has proceeded in his most heavy-handed manner. The newspapers are reporting the scandal, questioning the security of the nation's curreny, and it seems that in the ensuing chaos, a gang of counterfeiters managed to infiltrate the bank and make off with the printing plates for pound notes.
 
Actually endangering the security of this nation's currency!
 
I met Sergeant Abberline, who explained the situation while overseeing an unruly mob. Prices in the marketplace had already begun to rise, causing riots. The sergeant predicted nothing less than complete economic collapse. I attempted to calm his nerves but his concern was not misplaced.
 
However, between us we concocted a scheme to reclaim the plates and replace them in the bank. Once the bank staff "found" that the plates had never left the building and the newspapers began to report the mistake, the public seemed to disbelieve the stories about Twopenny as well.
 
Prices have stabilized, and any counterfeit currency has been destroyed.
 
I remain alert for Jacob's next adventure and what new trouble it may bring.
|-|
7=
[[File:ACS Notebook 7.jpg|thumb]]
I realized today that I have not updated the story of my search for the Piece of Eden, though much has happened since then.
 
I travelled to the Monument, Jacob following along. He made several absurd comments about my relationship with Mr. Green, and how Father would have viewed it.
 
As if Jacob ever cared how our father would have viewed anything.
 
The clues I uncovered led me to St. Paul's Cathedral, where I was able to open a secret room, concealed in the very top of the dome. The room was empty except for a plinth, on which was the key that Kenway's manuscript had promised. The inscription on the plinth said Aegrescit medendo. (It's Latin: "The Remedy is Worse than the Disease.")
 
I was musing on this and what it could mean when Miss Thorne overtook me.
 
I drew her out, asking about the Shroud and why she wants it. She revealed that the Shroud confers immortality. She attacked me before I could trick her into telling me more.
 
We fought. I thought I had her beaten, but she is not a woman who gives up easily. I misjudged her strength. At the last second we struggled, and she stumbled into one of the windows, which shattered. She fell, but as she did she grasped the chain around my neck which held the key. My neck was suspended above the jagged glass of the windowsill - a moment more and I would have been impaled - so I cut the chain that held her, and let her fall.
 
When I looked out the window a moment later, she was gone, and the key with her.
 
I have tried to find words to express my frustration, to no avail.
 
For now, Mr. Green and I are attempting to find what it is the key is meant to unlock, in the hopes that we may find it before Miss Thorne does. The shape is unique, and we are certain we will be able to find a mention of it in one of Henry's catalogues of antiquites.
 
I can only hope that Miss Throne is still searching, as we are. I have had no word of her whereabouts, not even from Clara, whose urchins see every going-on in London. Perhaps she is locked in her library, as we are.
 
I see that I have called Mr. Green very informally above. That is a habit I must try to curb. Perhaps Jacob is right. I must not allow emotions to compromise the Assassins.
|-|
8=
[[File:ACS Notebook 8.jpg|thumb]]
Lucy Thorne is dead. I have recovered the key she stole from me, but I still have not found the Shroud.
 
Our searches of Henry's catalogues did turn up an image of the key, and the casket it is supposed to open. The casket was in the possession of the Royal Family, kept at the [[Tower of London]].
 
I set out for the Tower alone. I feel that Mr. Green would have accompanied me, had I asked. I felt it was best that I carry out this task alone.
 
Miss Thorne was already there when I arrived. The Templars had thoroughly infiltrated the Yeomen, so it was with difficulty that I made my way inside St. John's Chapel, where Miss Thorne was continuing her search. She had not found the promised casket, but hoped still that it might be there, concealed in a hidden vault.
 
We fought. This time I did not let my guard down.
 
Miss Thorne revealed little upon her death, save for an admonishment that I do not know the true extent of the Shroud's power. It was likely a posture, but it is true that I know very little. I will find out more when the Shroud itself is in my possession.
 
In any case, the casket was not in the chapel. It must have been removed at some point in the last century, though when and to where, I cannot say. We _must_ find it before the Templars do.
 
I have examined and re-examined the notebook that we recovered from the dockyards, along with Edward Kenway's history of the Assassins, but the bolt holes revealed nothing relevant. Henry and I are at our wits' end.
 
We must assume that the Templars are no further ahead than we are.
 
Henry has arrived with some bit of news. He is obviously excited, so I will finish this later.
|-|
9=
[[File:ACS Notebook 9.jpg|thumb]]
Mr. Green believes that the Shroud is in [[Buckingham Palace]], moved in a [[Buckingham Palace crypt|hidden vault]] expressly built to house it.
 
I wish that were enough information to go on. However, Buckingham is large enough to make a search impractical. Mr. Green attempted to obtain a rare set of architectural plans that would reveal the location, but the Templars had stolen it first.
 
Our attempt to recover the plans was disastrous. Mr. Green was captured, and rather than acquiring the plans, I abandoned the mission to find and free him. I make no excuses for my clouded judgement. I fear my father would be disappointed in me.
 
My only comfort is that I still hold the key to the Shroud's casket.
 
In worse news, Crawford Starrick has hatched a plan to attack Buckingham Palace tonight. He means to kill the Queen and take the Shroud. Perhaps he thinks my key is unnecessary. I hope that he is wrong.
 
Jacob and I have agreed that this shall be our last mission together. His methods have become too chaotic for me to continue working with him. He has made it clear that he also finds my presence insufferable. It is for the best that we part ways.
 
I am not sure what will happen tonight, so I will focus on the mission at hand.
|-|
10=
[[File:ACS Notebook 10.jpg|thumb]]
Crawford Starrick is dead, and with his death the Templar influence over London is broken. Few of his allies remain.
 
It's tempting to regard this as a complete victory. It feels like one. However, London's underclasses still live in abject poverty, ruled by a capricious and cruel elite. Women are still denied education, suffrage, and property rights. England's military still stretches out to steal wealth from other nations to build our own coffers. The Assassins still have much work to do if we wish for London to be truly free.
 
Jacob and I have mended our differences, for now. It remains to be seen if we can both bend enough in our philosophies to continue to work together, but I am optimistic.
 
One philosophy I have decided to abandon entirely - Father's adage that relationships will compromise the Brotherhood. I think his love for my mother proves that on this point, he was mistaken.
 
Henry has agreed to stay with me in London, for the moment. In exchange, I have agreed to travel with him to India in the near future.
 
He is waiting for me now, so I will close here.
|-|
11=
[[File:ACS Notebook 11.jpg|thumb]]
Jayadeep Mir, AKA Mr. Henry Green
{{-}}
</tabber>


==Appearances==
*''[[Assassin's Creed: Syndicate]]''


==References==
==References==
*''[[Assassin's Creed: Syndicate]]''
{{Reflist}}
{{ACS}}
[[Category:Objects]]
[[Category:Objects]]
[[Category:Jacob Frye's collections]]
[[Category:Jacob Frye's collections]]
[[Category:Evie Frye's collections]]
[[Category:Evie Frye's collections]]

Latest revision as of 14:33, 9 August 2025

One of the music boxes

The Secrets of London were a collection of music boxes scattered throughout London by the Assassin Michel Reuge. Inside the music boxes were discs, marked with the Assassin insignia, that acted as keys for Reuge's vault, in which he presumably hid a Piece of Eden.[1]

31 discs were accompanied by a poem—often an excerpt of the anonymously written 17th-century poem Tom o' Bedlam—except disc number 15, which was found inside the vault itself. Once the British Assassins Evie and Jacob Frye found all the discs, Minerva's Aegis outfit that she wore during the Human-Isu War was unlocked from the vault and Evie claimed it for herself.[1]

Secrets[edit | edit source]

But I will find Bonny Maud, merry mad Maud
And seek whate'er betides her
Yet I will love beneath or above
The dirty earth that hides her.

While I do sing, any food
Feeding drink or clothing?
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

With a thought a look for Maudlin,
And a cruse of cockle pottage,
With a thing thus tall, Sky bless you all,
I befell into this dotage.

I slept not since the Conquest,
Till then I never waked,
Till the rougish boy of love where I lay
Me found and stript me naked.

I know more than Apollo,
For oft when he lies sleeping
I see stars as mortal wars
In the wounded welkin weeping.

The moon embraced her shepherd,
And the Queen of Love her warrior,
While the first doth horn the star of morn,
And the next the heavenly farrier.

Of thirty bare years have I
Twice twenty been enraged
And of forty been three times fifteen
In durance soundly caged.

On the lordly lofts of Bedlam
With stubble soft and dainty,
Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding-dong,
With wholesome hunger plenty.

When I short have shorn my sour-face
And swigged by horny barrel
In an oaken inn, I pound my skin
As a suit of gilt apparel.

The moon's my constant mistress,
And the lonely owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.

The spirits white as lightning
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would
Whenever they espied me.

And then that I'll be murdering
The Man in the Moon to the powder
His staff I'll break, his dog I'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder.

With a host of furious fancies,
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear and a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander.

By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summoned am to tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end—
Methinks it is no journey.

The palsy plagues my pulses
When I prig your pigs or pullen,
Your culvers take, or matchless make
Your Chanticleer or sullen.

When I want provant, with Humphrey
I sup, an when benighted
I repose in Paul's with waking souls,
Yet never am affrighted.

The Gipsys, Snap and Pedro
Are none of Tom's comradoes,
The punk I scorn, and the cutpurse sworn
And the roaring boy's bravadoes.

The meek, the white, the gentle,
Me handle not nor spare not;
But those that cross Tom Rynosseross
Do what the panther dare not

That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken,
Nor wander from your selves with Tom
Abroad to beg your bacon.

I'll bark against the Dog-Star
I'll crow away the morning
I'll chase the Moon till it be noon
And I'll make her leave her horning.

I now repent that ever
Poor Tom was so disdain-ed
My wits are lost since him I crossed
Which makes me thus go chained.

So drink to Tom of Bedlam
Go fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall
And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel

For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel.

Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.

I went down to Satan's kitchen
To break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning.

There I took a cauldron
Where boiled ten thousand harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same
To the health of all such varlets.

My staff has murdered giants
My bag a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs
For which to feed the fairies.

No gypsy, slut, or doxy
Shall win my mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight
The fray shall well become me.

I've diced with many royals
And from their gilded palaces
With a crown of green, light feet so keen
I'll have their silver chalices.

I took a climb to Heaven
And saw the stars a-moving
In pirouettes and batonnets
For Galileo's proving.

I walked the world's four corners
And heard the roll of thunder
I smelled the rain and felt life's pain
And all the world's wide wonder.

Behind the scenes[edit | edit source]

Although secret #15 does not come with a poem in-game, the game files have the following poem associated with it:

From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend ye,
All the sprites that stand by the naked man
In the book of moons, defend ye.

The game files also include database entries of Michel Reuge's journal dealing with finding the Aegis and his work on the music boxes.

Appearances[edit | edit source]

References[edit | edit source]

  1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

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