"Like this bulls.h.i.+t here," Davis said.
Scofield"s face reddened. "None of us considers this conference bulls.h.i.+t."
"Really? There are what, a hundred people in a room right now trying to channel some dead civilization. You"re a trained anthropologist, a man the government once used on some highly cla.s.sified research."
"That was a long time ago."
"You"d be surprised how relevant it still is."
"I a.s.sume you have identification?"
"We do."
"Let me see."
"Somebody killed Herbert Rowland last night," Davis said. "The night before they killed a former navy commander connected to Rowland. You may or may not remember Rowland, but he worked with you at Fort Lee, when you uncrated all that c.r.a.p from Operation Highjump. We"re not sure you"re next to die, but it"s a good possibility. That enough credentials?"
Scofield laughed. "That was thirty-eight years ago."
"Which doesn"t seem to matter," Stephanie said.
"I can"t speak of what happened then. It"s cla.s.sified."
He voiced the words as if they were some sort of s.h.i.+eld, protecting him from harm.
"Again," she said. "That doesn"t seem to matter, either."
Scofield frowned. "You two are wasting my time. I have a lot of people to speak with."
"How about this," she said. "Tell us what you can." She was hoping that once this self-important fool started talking, he"d keep talking.
Scofield checked his watch, then said, "I wrote a book. Maps of Ancient Explorers. Maps of Ancient Explorers. You should read it because it contains plenty of explanations. You can get a copy in the conference bookstore." He pointed off to his left. "That way." You should read it because it contains plenty of explanations. You can get a copy in the conference bookstore." He pointed off to his left. "That way."
"Give us a synopsis," Davis said.
"Why? You said we"re all nuts. What does it matter what I think?"
Davis started to speak, but she waved him off. "Convince us. We didn"t drive all the way here for no reason."
Scofield paused, seemingly searching for the right words to make his point. "Do you know Occam"s razor?"
She shook her head.
"It"s a principle. Ent.i.ties are not to be multiplied without necessity. Put more plainly, no elaborate solutions where simple ones will do. That applies to almost everything, including civilizations."
She wondered if she was going to regret asking this man"s opinion.
"Early Sumerian texts, including the famous Epic of Gilgamesh, Epic of Gilgamesh, talk repeatedly of tall, G.o.d-like people who lived among them. They called them Watchers. Ancient Jewish texts, including some versions of the Bible, refer to those Sumerian Watchers, who are described as G.o.ds, angels, and sons of heaven. The Book of Enoch tells how these curious people sent emissaries out into the world to teach men new skills. Uriel, the angel who taught Enoch about astronomy, is described as one of these Watchers. Eight Watchers are actually named in the Book of Enoch. They were supposed experts in enchantments, root cuttings, astrology, the constellations, weather, geology, and astronomy. Even the Dead Sea Scrolls make reference to Watchers, including the episode where Noah"s father becomes concerned that his child is so extraordinarily beautiful, he thinks his wife may have lain with one." talk repeatedly of tall, G.o.d-like people who lived among them. They called them Watchers. Ancient Jewish texts, including some versions of the Bible, refer to those Sumerian Watchers, who are described as G.o.ds, angels, and sons of heaven. The Book of Enoch tells how these curious people sent emissaries out into the world to teach men new skills. Uriel, the angel who taught Enoch about astronomy, is described as one of these Watchers. Eight Watchers are actually named in the Book of Enoch. They were supposed experts in enchantments, root cuttings, astrology, the constellations, weather, geology, and astronomy. Even the Dead Sea Scrolls make reference to Watchers, including the episode where Noah"s father becomes concerned that his child is so extraordinarily beautiful, he thinks his wife may have lain with one."
"This is nonsense," Davis said.
Scofield repressed a smile. "Do you know how many times I"ve heard that? Here are some historical historical facts. In Mexico, Quetzalcoatl, the fair G.o.d, white-skinned, bearded, was credited with teaching the civilization that preceded the Aztecs. He came from the sea and wore long clothing embroidered with crosses. When Cortes arrived in the sixteenth century he was mistaken for Quetzalcoatl. The Mayans had a similar teacher, Kukulcan, who came from the sea where the sun rises. The Spanish burned all of the Mayan texts in the seventeenth century, but one bishop recorded a notation that survived. It talked of long-robed visitors who came repeatedly, led by someone called Votan. The Inca had a G.o.d-teacher, Vinacocha, who came from the great ocean to their west. They, too, made the same mistake with Pizarro, thinking him the G.o.d returned. So, Mr. White House, whoever the h.e.l.l you are, believe me, you know not of what you speak." facts. In Mexico, Quetzalcoatl, the fair G.o.d, white-skinned, bearded, was credited with teaching the civilization that preceded the Aztecs. He came from the sea and wore long clothing embroidered with crosses. When Cortes arrived in the sixteenth century he was mistaken for Quetzalcoatl. The Mayans had a similar teacher, Kukulcan, who came from the sea where the sun rises. The Spanish burned all of the Mayan texts in the seventeenth century, but one bishop recorded a notation that survived. It talked of long-robed visitors who came repeatedly, led by someone called Votan. The Inca had a G.o.d-teacher, Vinacocha, who came from the great ocean to their west. They, too, made the same mistake with Pizarro, thinking him the G.o.d returned. So, Mr. White House, whoever the h.e.l.l you are, believe me, you know not of what you speak."
She"d been right. This man liked to talk.
"In 1936 a German archaeologist found a clay vase, with a copper cylinder that held an iron rod, in a Parthian grave dated from 250 BCE BCE. When fruit juice was poured inside a half-volt current, that lasted for two weeks, was generated. Just enough for electroplating, which we know was done during that time. In 1837 an iron plate was found in the Great Pyramid that had been smelted at over one thousand degrees Celsius. It contained nickel, which is most unusual, and was dated to two thousand years before the Iron Age. When Columbus landed in Costa Rica in 1502, he was received with great respect and taken inland to the grave of an important person, a grave decorated with the prow of a strange s.h.i.+p. The funeral slab depicted men who looked quite similar to Columbus and his men. To that point, no European had ever visited that land.
"China is particularly interesting," Scofield continued. "Its great philosopher Lao-tzu talked about Ancient Ones. As did Confucius. Lao called them wise, knowledgeable, powerful, loving, and, most important, human. He wrote of them in the seventh century BCE BCE. His writings survive. Do you want to hear?"
"That"s what we came for," she made clear.
"The Ancient Masters were subtle, mysterious, profound, responsive. The depth of their knowledge is unfathomable. Because it is unfathomable, all we can do is describe their appearance. Watchful, like men crossing a winter stream. Alert, like men aware of danger. Courteous, like visiting guests. Yielding, like ice about to melt. Simple, like uncarved blocks of wood. Interesting words from a long time ago." Interesting words from a long time ago."
Curious, she had to admit.
"Do you know what changed the world? What altered, forever, the course of human existence?" Scofield did not wait for a response. "The wheel? Fire?" He shook his head. "More than those. Writing. That"s what did it. When we learned to record our thoughts so that others, centuries later, could know them, that changed the world. Both the Sumerians and the Egyptians left written records of a people who visited and taught them things. People who looked normal and lived and died just like them. That"s not me talking. That"s his stevetorical fact. Did you know that the Canadian government is, at this very moment, probing an underwater site off the Queen Charlotte Islands for traces of a civilization never known to have existed before? It"s a base camp of some sort that was once on the sh.o.r.e of an ancient lake."
"Where did these visitors come from?" she asked.
"The sea. They sailed with expert precision. Recently ancient marine tools were discovered off Cyprus that date back twelve thousand years, some of the oldest artifacts ever found there. Finding those means that someone was actually sailing the Mediterranean, and occupying Cyprus, two thousand years earlier than anyone ever believed. In Canada seafarers would have been drawn by rich kelp beds. It"s logical these people sought out choice spots for food and trade."
"Like I said," Davis said. "A bunch of science fiction."
"Is it? Did you know that prophecy mixed with G.o.d-like benefactors from the sea forms a big part of Native American lore? Mayan records talk of Popul Vuh, a land where light and dark dwelled together. Prehistoric cave and rock drawings in Africa and Egypt show an unidentified people of the sea. The ones in France, dated to ten thousand years ago, show men and women dressed in comfortable clothes, not the furs and bones usually a.s.sociated with people of that time. A copper mine found in Rhodesia has been dated to forty-seven thousand years ago. The site seemed to have been mined for a specific purpose."
"Is this Atlantis?" Davis asked.
"There"s no such thing," Scofield said.
"I bet there"s a bunch of people in this hotel who"d disagree with you."
"And they"d be wrong. Atlantis is a fable. It"s a recurring theme throughout many cultures, just as the Great Flood is part of the world"s religions. It"s a romantic notion, but the reality is not so fantastic. Ancient submerged megalithic constructions have been found on shallow seafloors, near coastlines, all over the world. Malta, Egypt, Greece, Lebanon, Spain, India, China, j.a.pan-all have them. They were built before the last ice age and, when the ice melted around 10,000 BCE BCE, sea levels rose and consumed them. These are the real Atlantis, and they prove Occam"s razor. No elaborate solutions where simple ones will suffice. All explanations are rational."
"And the rational one here is?" Davis asked.
"While cavemen were just learning to farm with stone tools and live in crude villages, there existed a people who built seaworthy vessels and charted the globe with precision. They seemed to understand their purpose and tried to teach us things. They came in peace. Never once is there any mention of aggression or hostility. But their messages became lost over time, especially as modern humankind began to consider itself the pinnacle of intellectual achievement." Scofield cast Davis a stern look. "Our arrogance will be our downfall."
"Foolishness," Davis said, "can have the same effect."
Scofield seemed ready for that rebuke. "All over this planet these ancient people left messages either as artifacts, maps, or ma.n.u.scripts. These messages are neither clear nor direct, granted, but they are a form of communication, one that says, Yours is not the first civilization, nor the cultures you consider to be your roots the true beginning. Thousands of years ago we knew what you have only recently discovered. We traveled all across your young world, when ice fields blanketed the north and southern seas were still navigable. We left maps of the places we visited. We left knowledge of your world and the cosmos, of mathematics, science, and philosophy. Some of the races we visited retained that knowledge, which has helped you build your world. Remember us. Yours is not the first civilization, nor the cultures you consider to be your roots the true beginning. Thousands of years ago we knew what you have only recently discovered. We traveled all across your young world, when ice fields blanketed the north and southern seas were still navigable. We left maps of the places we visited. We left knowledge of your world and the cosmos, of mathematics, science, and philosophy. Some of the races we visited retained that knowledge, which has helped you build your world. Remember us."
Davis did not seem impressed. "What does this have to do with Operation Highjump and Raymond Dyals?"
"A great deal. But again, that"s cla.s.sified. Believe me, I wish it wasn"t. But that I cannot change. I gave my word and I"ve kept it all these years. Now, since you both think I"m nuts-which, by the way, is my opinion of you-I"m leaving."
Scofield stood. But before he walked away, he hesitated.
"One thought you might consider. A exhaustive study was done a decade ago at Cambridge University, by a team of world-renowned scholars. Their conclusion? Less than ten percent of the records from antiquity have survived till now. Ninety percent of ancient knowledge is gone. So how do we know if anything is truly nonsense?"
SIXTY-ONE.
WAs.h.i.+NGTON, DC.
1:10 PM.
RAMSEY STROLLED THE C CAPITOL M MALL, HEADED FOR THE SPOT where, yesterday, he"d met Senator Aatos Kane"s aide. The same young man stood in the same wool overcoat, shuffling his feet from the cold. Today Ramsey had made him wait forty-five minutes. where, yesterday, he"d met Senator Aatos Kane"s aide. The same young man stood in the same wool overcoat, shuffling his feet from the cold. Today Ramsey had made him wait forty-five minutes.
"Okay, Admiral. I get the point. You win," the aide said as he approached. "Make me sweat it out."
He knotted his brow in dismay. "It"s not a contest."
"Right. I jammed it up your a.s.s last time, you stuck it up my boss" a.s.s afterward, now we"re all kissin" cousins. It is a game, Admiral, and you won."
He removed a small plastic device, the size of a television remote control, and switched it on. "Forgive me."
The unit quickly confirmed that no listening devices were present. Hovey was on the far side of the Mall monitoring to make sure no parabolic devices were in use. But Ramsey doubted that would be a problem. This minion worked for a pro who understood that you had to give in order to receive.
"Talk to me," he said.
"The senator spoke to the president this morning. He told him what he wanted. The president inquired as to our interest and the senator said he admired you."
One aspect of Diane McCoy"s solo performance was now confirmed. He stood, hands in his coat pockets, and listened for more.
"The president had some reservations. He said you"re not a staff favorite. His White House people had other names in mind. But the senator knew what the president wanted."
He was curious about that. "Tell me."
"There"s about to be a vacancy on the Supreme Court. A resignation. The justice wants to give the current administration the pick. Daniels has a name in mind and wants us to shepherd it through Senate confirmation."
Interesting.
"We chair the Judiciary Committee. The nominee is a good one, so no problem. We can make it happen." The aide sounded proud to be part of the home team.
"Did the president have any serious problems with me?"
The aide allowed himself a grin, then a chuckle. "What do you want? A friggin" engraved invitation? Presidents don"t like to be told what to do, nor do they like to be asked favors. They like to be the one who asks. Daniels, though, seemed receptive to the whole thing. He doesn"t think the Joint Chiefs is worth a c.r.a.p anyway."
"Lucky for us he only has less than three years left in office."
"I don"t know how lucky that makes us. Daniels is a proven dealer. He knows how to give and take. We"ve had no problems dealing with him, and he"s popular as h.e.l.l."
"The devil you know as opposed to the one you don"t?"
"Something like that."
He needed to extract what he could from this source. He had to know who else, if anyone, was aiding Diane McCoy in her surprising crusade.
"We"re interested in when you"ll move on the governor of South Carolina," the aide said.
"The day after I move into my new office at the Pentagon."
"And what if you can"t deliver the governor?"
"Then I"ll just destroy your boss." He allowed an almost s.e.xual enjoyment to sweep into his eyes. "We"ll do this my way. Clear?"
"And what is your way?"
"First off, I want to know exactly what you"re doing to make my appointment happen. Every detail, and not just what you want to tell me.
If my patience is tried, then I think I"ll take your suggestion from last time, retire, and watch all of your careers dissolve to nothing."
The aide held up his hands in mock surrender. "Slow down, Admiral. I didn"t come here to fight. I came to brief you."
"Then brief me, you little piece of c.r.a.p."
The aide accepted the rebuke with a shrug. "Daniels is on board. He says it"ll be done. Kane can deliver the votes on the Judiciary Committee. Daniels knows that. Your announcement will come tomorrow."
"Before Sylvian"s funeral?"
The aide nodded. "No need to wait."
He agreed. But there was still Diane McCoy. "Any objection lodged from the Office of the National Security Adviser?"
"Daniels didn"t mention it. But why would he?"
"Don"t you think we need to know if staffers plan to sabotage what we"re doing?"
The aide threw him a wistful smile. "That shouldn"t be a problem. Once Daniels is on board, that"s it. He can handle his people. What"s the problem, Admiral? You got enemies over there?"
No. Merely a complication. But he was beginning to realize its limited extent. "Tell the senator that I appreciate his efforts and to stay in touch."
"Am I dismissed?"
His silence signaled yes.
The aide seemed glad the conversation was over and departed.
Ramsey walked over and sat on the same bench he"d warmed earlier. Hovey waited five minutes, then approached, sat beside him, and said, "Area is clean. n.o.body was listening."
"We"re fine with Kane. It"s McCoy. She"s doing this on her own."