their ideal, they represent it nowadays and perhaps no one else, they themselves are its most spiritualised product, its most advanced picket of skirmishers and scouts, its most insidious delicate and elusive form of seduction.⁠—If I am in any way a reader of riddles, then I will be one with this sentence: for some time past there have been no free spirits; for they still believe in truth . When the Christian Crusaders in the East came into collision with that invincible order of assassins, that order of free spirits par excellence , whose lowest grade lives in a state of discipline such as no order of monks has ever attained, then in some way or other they managed to get an inkling of that symbol and tally-word, that was reserved for the highest grade alone as their secretum , “Nothing is true, everything is allowed,”⁠—in sooth, that was freedom of thought, thereby was