Gray coughed. "It seems that timeline keeps crossing itself."
Vigor glanced back.
"Twelfth century," Gray explained. "That was also when the bones of the Magi were moved out of Italy into Germany. It"s also when you mentioned there was a resurgence in Gnostic belief, creating a schism between emperors and the papacy."
Vigor slowly nodded, contemplating this angle. "It was a tumultuous time, with the papacy run out of Rome by the end of the thirteenth century. The alchemists may have sought to protect what they had learned, driven into deeper hiding as they were leaving behind clues in case of their demise, breadcrumbs for other Gnostic believers to follow."
"Like this sect of the Dragon Court."
"I don"t think they imagined such a perverse group to be enlightened enough to seek such higher truths. An unfortunate miscalculation. Either way, I think you"re right. You may have pegged the date when these clues were placed. I"d say sometime in the thirteenth century, during the height of the conflict. Few at that time knew about the catacombs. What better place to hide the clues to a secret society?"
Pondering this, Vigor piloted them through a successive series of galleries, crypts, and cubicula cubicula. "It"s not far. Just past the Sacramental Chapels." He waved an arm to a gallery of six chambers. Peeling and faded frescoes displayed intricate biblical scenes interspersed with depictions of baptism and the celebration of Eucharistic meals. They were treasures of early Christian art.
After hiking through a few more galleries, their goal appeared ahead. A modest crypt. The ceiling was painted with a typical early Christian motif: the Good Shepherd, Christ with a lamb carried on his shoulders.
Turning from the ceiling, Vigor instead pointed to two neighboring walls. "Here is what we came to find."
8:10 P P.M.
GRAY APPROACHED the nearest wall. A fresco of a fish had been painted against a green background. Above it, almost appearing to be carried on the back of the fish, was a basket of bread. He turned to the second wall. This fresco seemed a mirror image of the first, except the basket also bore a bottle of wine. the nearest wall. A fresco of a fish had been painted against a green background. Above it, almost appearing to be carried on the back of the fish, was a basket of bread. He turned to the second wall. This fresco seemed a mirror image of the first, except the basket also bore a bottle of wine.
"It"s all symbolic of the first Eucharistic meal," Vigor said. "Fish, bread, and wine. It also represents the miracle of the fishes, when Christ multiplied a single basket of fish and bread to feed the mult.i.tude of followers who had come to hear his sermon."
"Again the multiplication symbolism," Kat said. "Like the geometry of the Vesica Pisces Vesica Pisces."
"But where do we go from here?" Monk asked. He stood with his shotgun on his shoulder, facing back into the crypt.
"Follow the riddle," Gray answered. "The second stanza reads, "Where it drowns, it floats in darkness and stares to the lost king." We found where it floats in darkness, so we follow where it stares." He pointed in the direction the first fish was facing.
It led further into the galleries.
Gray strode in that direction, searching around him. It did not take long to find a clear depiction of kings. Gray stopped before a fresco ill.u.s.trating the adoration of the Magi. It was faded, but the details were plain enough. The Virgin Mary sat on a throne with the Christ child on her lap. Bowed before her were three robed figures, offering gifts.
"The Three Kings," Kat said. "The Magi again."
"We keep running into these guys," Monk replied from a few paces down the pa.s.sage.
Rachel frowned at the wall. "But what does it mean? Why lead us here? What did the Dragon Court learn?"
Gray let all the events of the past day trickle through his head. He didn"t fight for order, but simply let his mind roam. Connections formed, dissolved, reconfigured. Slowly he began to understand.
"The real question is, why why did these ancient alchemists lead us here?" Gray said. "To did these ancient alchemists lead us here?" Gray said. "To this this particular depiction of the Magi. As Monk mentioned, you can"t turn a corner in Italy without running into these kings. So why this fresco in particular?" particular depiction of the Magi. As Monk mentioned, you can"t turn a corner in Italy without running into these kings. So why this fresco in particular?"
No one had an answer.
Rachel offered a possible avenue to pursue. "The Dragon Court went after the Magi bones. Maybe we need to look at it from that perspective."
Gray nodded. He should"ve thought of that. They didn"t need to reinvent the wheel. The Dragon Court had already solved the riddle. All they had to do was backtrack. Gray considered this and found one possible answer.
"Maybe the fish is staring toward these particular kings because they are buried. In a graveyard. Under the earth, where a fish would drown. The answer to the clue is not living Magi, but dead and buried ones, in a crypt once filled with bones bones."
Vigor made a small sound of surprise.
"So the Dragon Court went after the bones," Rachel said.
"I think the Dragon Court already knew the bones were not bones," Gray said. "They"ve had their nose to this trail for centuries. They must"ve known. Look what happened at the cathedral. They used the powder of white gold in some way to kill. They"re well ahead of the game."
"And they want more power," Rachel said. "The final solution of the Magi."
Vigor"s eyes narrowed in concentration. "And if you"re right, Commander-about the significance of the Magi bones being taken out of Italy to Germany-maybe the transfer was not plunder as history attests, but was done by arrangement. To safeguard the amalgam."
Gray nodded. "And the Dragon Court let them remain in Cologne...safely in sight. Knowing they were significant, but not knowing what to do with them."
"Until now," Monk said from a few paces away.
"But in the end," Gray continued, "what do all these clues ultimately point to? Right now only to relics in a church. It doesn"t tell what to do with them, what they"re used for."
"We"re forgetting," Kat said. She had remained silent this entire time, focused on the fresco. "The stanza from the pa.s.sage states the fish "stares to the lost king king." Not "kings," plural. There are three kings here. I think we"re missing another layer of meaning or symbolism." She turned to the others. "What "lost king" is the clue hinting about?"
Gray struggled for an answer. There were riddles upon riddles.
Vigor had dropped his chin into his hand, concentrating. "There is a fresco in a neighboring catacomb. The Catacomb of Domatilla. The fresco is painted with not three Magi, but four four. Because the Bible was never specific on the number of Magi, early Christian artists varied the number. The lost king could mean another Magi, the one missing here."
"A fourth fourth Magi?" Gray asked. Magi?" Gray asked.
"A figure representative of the lost knowledge of the alchemists." Vigor nodded, raising his head. "The second stanza"s message hints that the Magi bones can be used to find this fourth Magi. Whoever he may be."
Rachel shook her head, drawing both Gray and Vigor"s attention. "Don"t forget this clue is buried in a crypt. I bet it"s not the fourth Magi that we"re supposed to find, but his tomb tomb. One set of bones used to find another. Possibly another cache of amalgam."
"Or something even greater. That would certainly excite the Dragon Court."
"But how can the Magi bones help find this lost tomb?" Monk asked.
Gray headed back to the Crypt of Lucina. "The answer has to be in the thirds thirds tanza." tanza."
2:22 P P.M.
WASHINGTON, D.C.
PAINTER CROWE woke to a knock on his door. He had fallen asleep in his chair, tilted back. d.a.m.n ergonomics... woke to a knock on his door. He had fallen asleep in his chair, tilted back. d.a.m.n ergonomics...
He cleared the sleep from his throat. "Come in."
Logan Gregory entered. His hair was wet and he wore a fresh shirt and jacket. It looked like he"d just come in for the day, rather than being here 24/7.
Logan must have noted his attention and ran a hand down his starched shirt. "I went down to the gym for a run. I keep a second set of clothes in my locker."
Painter had no reply, flabbergasted. Youth. He didn"t think he could climb out of his chair, let alone run a few miles. But then again, Logan was only five years his junior. Painter knew it was stress more than age that weighed him down.
"Sir," Logan continued, "I received word from General Rende, our liaison with the Carabinieri Corps in Rome. Commander Pierce and the others have gone to ground again."
Painter leaned forward. "Another attack? They were supposed to be at the Vatican by now."
"No, sir. After your call to them, they waved off the Carabinieri escort and took off on their own. General Rende wanted to know what was relayed to them. His field operative, Lieutenant Rachel Verona, informed him that you pa.s.sed on some bit of intel. General Rende was not happy to be kept out of the loop."
"And what did you tell him?"
Logan raised both eyebrows. "Nothing, sir. That is official Sigma policy, is it not? We know nothing."
Painter smiled. It sometimes felt that way.
"What about Commander Pierce, sir? What do you want to do next? Should we post an alert?"
Painter remembered Sean McKnight"s earlier admonishment. Trust your agents. "We"ll wait for his next call. There"s no evidence of foul play. We"ll give him room to run his own game."
Logan did not seem satisfied with this answer. "What do you want me to do then?"
"I suggest, Logan, that you get some rest. I imagine that when Commander Pierce gets going, we"re going to get very little sleep over here."
"Yes, sir." He headed for the door.
Painter leaned back in his chair and covered his eyes with his arm. d.a.m.n, but this chair was comfortable. He drifted away, but something troubled him, keeping him from sleep. Something nagged. Something Gray had said. Not trusting Sigma. A leak.
Could it be?
There was only one person besides himself with full intel on this operation up until now. Not even Sean McKnight knew everything. He slowly tilted forward, eyes open.
It couldn"t be.
8:22 P P.M.
ROME, ITALY.
BACK AT the Crypt of Lucina, Gray stood by the second fresco with the fish. They needed to solve this third riddle. the Crypt of Lucina, Gray stood by the second fresco with the fish. They needed to solve this third riddle.
Monk asked a good question. "Why didn"t the Dragon Court just fire-bomb the h.e.l.l out of these catacombs? Why leave them for others to find?"
Rachel stood next to him. "With the forged copy of the Book of the Dead Book of the Dead still in the Court"s possession, what would they have to fear? If Seichan hadn"t stolen the riddle map, n.o.body would know to look here." still in the Court"s possession, what would they have to fear? If Seichan hadn"t stolen the riddle map, n.o.body would know to look here."
Kat added, "Maybe the Court wasn"t so sure of their interpretation. Maybe they wanted this story in stone to be kept intact until they were certain they had the correct translation."
Gray weighed this, sensing a greater press of time. He turned back to the fresco. "Then let"s see what they found. The third stanza has the fish waiting for water. Like the first fish, I think we"re supposed to follow where it"s facing."
Gray motioned to a different gallery branching off from the crypt. The second fish pointed that way.
But Vigor continued his study of the two fishes, looking at one and then the other, mirror images. "Twins," he mumbled.
"What"s that?"
Vigor waved a hand between the two fish. "Whoever devised this game of riddles loved to layer it with symbolism. Choosing these two fish. Nearly identical in appearance. Referring to the second fish as "twin" cannot be insignificant."
"I don"t see the connection," Gray said.
"You just don"t know your Greek, Commander."
Gray frowned.
Monk, surprisingly enough, chimed in, proving his Greek heritage extended beyond a fondness for ouzo and bad dancing. ""Twin" translates to didymus didymus."
"Very good," Vigor said. "And in Hebrew, "twin" translates to Thomas Thomas. As in Didymus Thomas. One of the twelve apostles."
Gray remembered the discussion at Lake Como with the monsignor. "Thomas was the apostle in conflict with John."
"And the one who baptized the Magi," Vigor reminded them. "Thomas represented Gnostic belief. I think using the word twin twin here is a tribute back to the Gospel of Thomas. By acknowledging Thomas, I wonder if these alchemists might not have been Thomas Christians themselves...churchgoers who followed Rome but still continued their Gnostic practices in secret. There were always whispers of such a church within the Church. A Thomas Church hiding within and alongside the canonical Church. This may be the proof." here is a tribute back to the Gospel of Thomas. By acknowledging Thomas, I wonder if these alchemists might not have been Thomas Christians themselves...churchgoers who followed Rome but still continued their Gnostic practices in secret. There were always whispers of such a church within the Church. A Thomas Church hiding within and alongside the canonical Church. This may be the proof."
Gray heard the growing excitement in the other"s voice.
"Perhaps this society of alchemists, which traced its roots to Moses and Egypt, merged with the Catholic Church. Continued forward in history wearing the cross and bending a knee to the Church, finding common ground with those who held sacred the secret Gospel of Thomas."
"Hiding in plain sight," Monk said.
Vigor nodded.
Gray followed this line of logic. It might be worth pursuing, but for now, they had another riddle to solve. He pointed down the gallery. "Whoever left these clues, they left us a third challenge."
The Twin waits for water...
Gray led the way down the new gallery. He searched for some fresco with water in it. He pa.s.sed various biblical scenes, but none depicting water. There was a painting of a family gathered around a table, but it looked like wine was being served. Next there was a fresco with four male figures lifting their arms to heaven. None of them held a flask of water.
Vigor called behind him. He turned.
The others were gathered by one niche. He went back to them. He had searched that one already. It showed a man in a robe striking a stone with a stick. Not a drop of water.
"This is an ill.u.s.tration of Moses in the desert," Vigor said.
Gray waited for elaboration.
"According to the Bible, he struck a rock in the desert and a fresh spring burst forth to quench the thirst of the fleeing Israelites."
"Like our old fish back there," Monk said.
"This must be the fresco indicated by the stanza," Vigor said. "Remember, Moses knew about manna and these miraculous white powders. It would be appropriate to acknowledge him."
"So what clue does this crumbling painting hold?" Gray asked.
""The Twin waits for water, but will be burned to bone by bone upon the altar,"" Vigor quoted. ""Burned to bone by bone." Think backward. Like Rachel recommended before. What did the Dragon Court do, in Cologne? The parishioners were burned somehow, a ma.s.sive electrical storm in the brain. And it involved white gold. And possibly the amalgam in the Magi bones."
"Is that the message?" Rachel asked, looking uneasy. "To kill? To curse an altar site, like in Cologne, with blood and murder?"