"Disappear..." Lily gulped.
"But I want you you to be able to find me, Lily," West said, smiling. "Now, I can"t tell you where I"m going, but I can point you in the right direction. If you can solve this riddle, you"ll find me." to be able to find me, Lily," West said, smiling. "Now, I can"t tell you where I"m going, but I can point you in the right direction. If you can solve this riddle, you"ll find me."
He handed her a slip of paper, on which was written: My new home is home to both tigers and crocodiles.
To find it, pay the boatman, take your chances and journey Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of h.e.l.l.
There you will find me, protected by a great villain.
"And that, kiddo, is all I"ll say. Now scram."
Lily scampered out of the study, gripping the slip of paper.
She would pore over West"s riddle for months-even going so far as to punch every word of it into Google-trying to figure it out.
She had other questions, however, which were were answered. answered.
Such as where West had acquired Horus.
"Horus"s former owner was once Huntsman"s teacher," Wizard said, as the two of them sat outside in the brilliant African sunshine.
"He was a nasty man named Marshall Judah. Judah was an American colonel who taught Jack how to be a better soldier at a place called Coronado.
"Judah would walk around the Coronado base with Horus on his shoulder, yelling at the troops. And as an example to them, he would beat Horus if she didn"t perform as she had been trained. He would say, "The only way to get obedience is through discipline and brute force!"
"Huntsman didn"t like this. Didn"t like seeing Judah being so cruel to the falcon. So when West left Coronado, he stole the bird from her cage in Judah"s office. Ever since, Jack has treated Horus with kindness and love, and she returns his affection tenfold.
"Lily, as you grow up, you"ll find that some people in this world are not very nice at all. They favour cruelty over kindness, power over sharing, anger over understanding.
"These people think only of themselves. They seek to rule over others, not for others" sakes, but for their own desire for power. Lily, one day you are going to be very powerful-very powerful- and I hope that if you learn nothing else from us here, you learn that the truly great people think of others first and themselves last. powerful- and I hope that if you learn nothing else from us here, you learn that the truly great people think of others first and themselves last.
"For an example of this, look no further than Huntsman and Horus. A beaten bird will obey a cruel master out of fear. But a kind master it will die for."
One day, Lily was helping Wizard organise some of his ancient scrolls.
She loved all his old stuff-the parchments, the tablets. To her, they held within them all the mysteries of ancient faraway times.
On that particular day Wizard was collating everything he had on a series of Egyptian architects all named Imhotep Imhotep.
Lily noticed some design plans for a quarry-mine in a place called Nubia, with four rising levels and lots of water-driven b.o.o.by traps. Marked on the plans were descriptions of all the traps, and in the case of a set of concealed stepping-stones, five numbers written in Egyptian hieroglyphics: 1-3-4-1-4 1-3-4-1-4. Wizard placed those plans in a file marked "Imhotep V". Wizard placed those plans in a file marked "Imhotep V".
She also saw a really old drawing that looked like an ancient game of Snakes and Ladders. It was t.i.tled: "Waterfall Entrance- Refortification by Imhotep III in the time of Ptolemy Soter" and it looked like this: Wizard noticed Lily"s interest and so he taught her things about the various Imhoteps.
Imhotep III, for instance, lived during the time of Alexander the Great and his friend, Ptolemy I, and he was called "the Master Moat Builder"-he had been known to divert entire rivers in order to provide his structures with uncrossable moats.
"This waterfall entrance," Wizard said, "must have been a beautiful decorative cascade at a palace in ancient Babylon, near modern-day Baghdad in Iraq. The lines dictate the course of the flowing water. Sadly, in all the excavations of Babylon over the years, it has never been found. Such a shame."
Lily spent the rest of that day curled up behind some boxes in the corner of Wizard"s study, reading all manner of parchments, absolutely rapt.
She hardly even noticed when Zoe came in and started chatting with Wizard. It was only when West"s name came up that she started listening more closely.
Zoe said, "It"s been good to see him again. Although he seems to have changed since we studied together in Dublin. He"s become even quieter than he already was. I also hear he"s quit the Army."
Lily listened, although she never looked up from the parchment she appeared to be reading.
Wizard leaned back. "Gosh, Dublin. When was that-1989? You two were so young. Jack"s been down a long road since then."
"Tell me."
"He quit the Army soon after Desert Storm. But to understand why, you have to understand why he joined the Army in the first place: to both please and spite his father.
"Jack"s father was a great soldier in his time, but Jack was better. His father had wanted him to join the military straight after high school, but Jack wanted to study, to go to university. But he acquiesced to his father"s wishes ...and quickly became a much more formidable soldier than his father had ever been.
"Jack rose through the ranks, was fast-tracked to the SAS Regiment. He particularly excelled at desert missions; he even set a new record on the desert survival course, lasting 44 days without being captured.
"But unlike his father, Jack didn"t like what they were turning him into: a killing machine, an exceptionally good exceptionally good killing machine. His superiors knew this, and they were worried that he"d quit-that was when they sent him to study with me in Dublin. They hoped it would satisfy his intellectual needs for the time being, and then he"d stay on with the Regiment. And I suppose it did satisfy him, for a time." killing machine. His superiors knew this, and they were worried that he"d quit-that was when they sent him to study with me in Dublin. They hoped it would satisfy his intellectual needs for the time being, and then he"d stay on with the Regiment. And I suppose it did satisfy him, for a time."
"Hold on a minute," Zoe said. "I need to backtrack for a moment. Jack told me once that his father was American. But he joined the Australian Australian Army?" Army?"
"That"s right," Wizard said. "Thing is, Jack"s mother mother is not American. To please his father, he joined the military, but to spite his father, he joined the military of his mother"s birth-nation: Australia." is not American. To please his father, he joined the military, but to spite his father, he joined the military of his mother"s birth-nation: Australia."
"Ah..." Zoe said. "Go on."
Wizard said, "Anyway, as you know, Jack"s always had a sharp mind, and he started to look at Army life critically. Personally, I believe he just enjoyed studying ancient history and archaeology more.
"In any case, things started to go downhill when Jack"s superiors sent him to a series of multinational special forces exercises at Coronado in 1990-exercises hosted by the Americans at their SEAL base, where they invited crack teams from all their allies to partake in high-end wargames. It"s a huge opportunity for smaller nations, so the Australians sent West. In 1990, the exercises were hosted by none other than Marshall Judah, who instantly saw Jack"s potential.
"But something happened at Coronado that I don"t know about fully. Jack was injured in a helicopter accident and lay unconscious in the base hospital for four days. The four missing days of Jack West"s life. When he woke up, he was sent back home, no serious damage done, and after a few months, he was back on active duty-just in time for Desert Storm in 1991.
"Jack West was one of the first men on the ground in Iraq in 1991, blowing up communications towers. After two weeks, however, he found himself serving under Judah. Seems Judah had personally asked the Pentagon to request that Jack be rea.s.signed to him. Australia-ever loyal to the Americans-complied.
"And so Jack West Jr made his name in Desert Storm. Did some incredible things deep behind enemy lines, including that miraculous escape from the SCUD base in Basra-where, it should be said, Judah and the Americans had left him for dead.
"But when it was all over and he was back home, he walked into the office of his commanding officer, Lieutenant General Peter Cosgrove, and informed him that he would not be renewing his contract with the Regiment.
"Now Cosgrove and I have known each other for a long time. He"s a very clever fellow and, through me, he was aware of this this upcoming mission and he thought fast, and came up with a way of keeping West happy but also keeping him in the fold: he a.s.signed West to me, as part of a long-term open-ended mission, to take part in archaeological research connected to the discovery of the Capstone. upcoming mission and he thought fast, and came up with a way of keeping West happy but also keeping him in the fold: he a.s.signed West to me, as part of a long-term open-ended mission, to take part in archaeological research connected to the discovery of the Capstone.
"That was how West and I came to work together again. That was how we came to be the ones who found the scrolls from the Alexandria Library and, ultimately, Lily and her ill-fated mother. And that"s why West is here on this mission."
After discussing a few more unrelated topics, Zoe left.
Wizard returned to his work ...at which moment, he seemed to remember that Lily was still in the corner, behind the boxes. He turned to face her.
"Why, little one, I"d clean forgotten you were here. You"ve been as quiet as a mouse over there. I don"t know if you heard any of that, but if you did, excellent. It"s important that you know about our friend, Huntsman, because he"s a good fellow, a very good fellow. And although he doesn"t say it, he"s incredibly fond of you-in fact, he has been since the moment he first held you in his arms inside that volcano. He cares about you more than anything else in the world."
That had been a big learning day for Lily.
Infinitely more fun, however, was the day she learned about the origins of West"s plane.
The Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus had long been a source of curiosity to her. From the moment she"d been old enough to comprehend jumbo jets-and how much they cost-it struck her as exceedingly odd that one man could own his very own 747. had long been a source of curiosity to her. From the moment she"d been old enough to comprehend jumbo jets-and how much they cost-it struck her as exceedingly odd that one man could own his very own 747.
"Where did you get your plane?" she asked him at breakfast once.
Others around the table at the time suppressed laughs: Zoe, Stretch and Wizard.
West actually looked a little sheepish. "Don"t tell anyone, but I stole it."
"You stole stole it? You stole an entire aeroplane! Isn"t it wrong to steal?" it? You stole an entire aeroplane! Isn"t it wrong to steal?"
"Yes, it is wrong," Zoe said. "But Huntsman stole the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus from a very bad man." from a very bad man."
"Who?"
"A man by the name of Saddam Hussein," Wizard said. "The former president of Iraq, a very horrible individual. Huntsman stole it from him back in 1991."
"Why did you steal Mr Hussein"s plane?" Lily asked.
West paused before answering, as if he was choosing his words carefully.
"I was near a place called Basra, and I was in a lot of trouble. And Mr Hussein"s plane was the only way for me to get out alive. He kept it there in case it ever became necessary for him to escape his country." West winked. "I also knew that he had a lot of other planes scattered all over Iraq for the very same purpose, so I didn"t think he"d miss this one."
"Why do you call it the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus? Is it named after the Mausoleum that was at Halicarna.s.sus?"
West smiled at her easy grasp of the ancient names. "I"m not sure, but I think it is. Mr Hussein called it the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus and I just kept the name because I liked it. I"m not sure why he called it that, but Mr Hussein was a guy who liked to think he was a great Persian ruler, like Mausolus or Nebuchadnezzar. Only he wasn"t like them at all. He was just a big bully." and I just kept the name because I liked it. I"m not sure why he called it that, but Mr Hussein was a guy who liked to think he was a great Persian ruler, like Mausolus or Nebuchadnezzar. Only he wasn"t like them at all. He was just a big bully."
West turned to Wizard. "Hey, speaking of the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus, that reminds me: How is the refit going? Have you attached those Mark 3 retrogrades yet?"
"Almost done," Wizard answered. "We"ve got her weight down by a third, and all eight external retrograde thrusters have been attached and are testing well. As for the Mark 3s, they fit the 747"s existing engines beautifully-the balance on the Boeing is really quite exceptional, great for VTOL, if you have the fuel. Sky Monster and I will be doing some testing this Sat.u.r.day, so wear your earplugs."
"Will do. Keep me informed."
Lily didn"t know what they were talking about.
Oh, and Lily"s interest in ballet continued.
She put on many shows-shows that took place on a little stage with drawable curtains. Each performance was greeted with great applause by the whole team.
At one such show, Lily announced with a flourish that she would attempt to hold a difficult tip-toe pose for a whole minute. She made it to 45 seconds, and was bitterly disappointed.
Everyone applauded anyway.
As families do.
THE BLACK PRIEST OF KABUL.
AIRs.p.a.cE ABOVE THE ATLANTIC OCEAN.
17 MARCH, 2006.
3 DAYS BEFORE THE ARRIVAL OF TARTARUS.
Twelve hours after its brazen a.s.sault on Guantanamo Bay, after lying low in a remote Jamaican Air Force hangar outside Kingston- where it had picked up Wizard, Lily and Horus-the Halicarna.s.sus, Halicarna.s.sus, now refuelled and replenished, soared once again over the Atlantic, heading back toward Europe and Africa, back into the fray. now refuelled and replenished, soared once again over the Atlantic, heading back toward Europe and Africa, back into the fray.
Once again, everyone sat in the main cabin, arrayed in a wide circle.
The focal point of the circle: Mullah Mustapha Zaeed, the Black Priest of Kabul.
Immediately after their escape from Guantanamo Bay, West had grabbed an AXS-9 digital spectrum a.n.a.lyser-a wand-like device used to sweep a room for bugs-and waved it over Zaeed"s body.
Sure enough, at the terrorist"s neck, the wand had gone berserk, beeping wildly, indicating that there was indeed a GPS locater microchip buried under Zaeed"s skin.
Surgery wasn"t necessary. West was able to neutralise the chip with an electromagnetic pulse from a disabling gun, turning the locater chip into a dead piece of plastic.
And so now Zaeed was here, in the main cabin-and while everyone gazed warily at the terrorist, he just stared straight at Lily.
He eyed her the way a hyena eyes an injured baby deer-with hunger, desire, and a kind of stunned disbelief that such a delightful meal could be right here in front of him.
His general appearance was frightening-despite the fact that he had been bathed and was now dressed in clean clothes.
With his shaved head, sharp stubble-covered chin, hollow eyes and wiry physique, he seemed more ghost than man, a walking skeleton. Three years of solitary confinement at Camp Delta will do that to you.
And in the clear light of the cabin, a peculiar feature became apparent: half of Zaeed"s left ear, the whole bottom half, the entire lobe, had been cut off cut off.
The spell broke, and he scanned West"s multinational team.
"Mmm. How interesting, how very interesting," he said. "The mice are roaring. Taking on the two lions of the world: Europe and America."
He looked at Wizard. "I see Canada. And Ireland," he nodded at Zoe. "Fellow scholars of the ancient texts."
His voice went low as he saw Stretch: "And I see Israel. Why Katsa Cohen, the master sniper, nice to see you again. The last time we met was in Kandahar, at 2,000 yards. And it was a rare miss on your part."
Stretch scowled, showing his extreme distaste for Mustapha Zaeed.
Zaeed pointed at his half-ear. "You were a few inches wide."
"I won"t be next time," Stretch growled.
"Now, now, Katsa. I am your guest, and a valuable one at that. After all the trouble you went to to get me, Jew Jew"-Zaeed"s eyes turned to ice-"you should be more courteous."