Jamaica.
An hour later, in another part of the world, a digital teleprinter printed out an intercepted radio transmission:
TRANS INTERCEPT:
SAT BT-1009/03.17.06-1399
A40-TEXT TRANSMISSION
FROM: USAF SECURE FREQUENCY, ASWAN MILITARY AIRFIELD (EGYPT)
TO: UNSPECIFIED DESTINATION, MARYLAND (USA)
VOICE 1 (USA): PRESIDENT IS BECOMING INCREASINGLY ANXIOUS, COLONEL. AND HIS MOOD WAS NOT LIFTED BY A REPORT THAT JUST CAME IN FROM GITMO: SOMEONE JUST BROKE A TERRORIST OUT OF CAMP DELTA, A SAUDI NAMED ZAEED WHO WE’VE DISCOVERED HAS CONNECTIONS WITH THE CAPSTONE PROJECT.
VOICE 2 (EGYPT): IT WAS WEST. HE’S BOLD, I’LL GIVE HIM THAT. HE MUST HAVE HIT A SNAG AND DECIDED HE NEEDED ZAEED.
VOICE 1 (USA): DOES HE? DO WE NEED THIS ZAEED?
VOICE 2 (EGYPT): NO. WE GOT ALL WE NEEDED FROM MUSTAPHA ZAEED WHILE HE WAS UNDER. [LONG PAUSE]
VOICE 1 (USA): COLONEL JUDAH, SHOULD WE BE NERVOUS? THE PRESIDENT IS GROWING UNCOMFORTABLE WITH YOUR METHODS. HE’S DISTANCING HIMSELF FROM US. AGAINST OUR ADVICE, HE HAS ORDERED THAT A DRAFT “ADDRESS TO THE NATION” BE WRITTEN, CONCERNING THE EVACUATION OF THE COASTAL CITIES, JUST IN CASE YOU DON’T SUCCEED.
VOICE 2 (EGYPT): TELL HIM WE WILL SUCCEED. TO DATE, EVERYTHING HAS GONE ACCORDING TO PLAN. WEST IS CONTAINABLE AT ANY TIME WE CHOOSE, BUT IT’S ALSO VERY USEFUL TO HAVE HIM RUNNING AROUND. AND THE EUROPEANS HAVE ACTED JUST AS WE ANTICIPATED. TELL THE PRESIDENT TO GO AHEAD AND WRITE HIS SPEECH, BUT HE’LL NEVER HAVE TO USE IT. JUDAH, OUT.
VICTORIA STATION
SOUTHERN KENYA
2003–2006
Throughout the team’s time in Kenya, a large glass jar sat on top of the kitchen bench.
It was the “Swear Jar.” Every time a member of the team was caught swearing or cursing in front of Lily, they had to put a dollar in it.
And since they were soldiers, it was nearly always full. The proceeds of the Swear Jar went toward toys or books or ballet clothes for Lily.
Naturally, since it was she who would ultimately benefit from their indiscretion, Lily loved catching team members swearing. It became commonplace for any curse heard around the station to be followed by her voice chiming: “Swear Jar!”
She was also given pocket money in return for doing chores around the farm.
It was West’s and Wizard’s idea. They wanted her upbringing—already highly unusual—to appear, at least to her, as normal as possible. Doing chores with the other team members—gathering wood with Big Ears; helping Pooh Bear clean his tools; and in a very momentous occasion, feeding Horus for West—made her feel like she was contributing; made her feel like she was part of a family. It also just made her a nice kid.
As she grew older, however, she grew increasingly curious, and she began to learn more about the team around her.
She learned, for example, that Pooh Bear was the second son of the most powerful sheik in the United Arab Emirates.
And that Wizard had once studied to be a Catholic priest but never went through with it.
She also discovered that Zoe had once been reassigned from the armed forces to study archaeology under Wizard at Trinity College, Dublin.
Apparently, Jack West had studied there with her—having also been sent by his home country to learn from the Canadian professor.
West’s home country.
Lily was ever curious about Australia. It was a curious nation, full of contradictions. Eighty percent of its enormous landmass was made up of desert, yet it also possessed supermodern cities like Sydney, famous beaches like Bells and Bondi, and superb natural formations, like Ayers Rock and the Great Barrier Reef, which—she discovered—had been named as one of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World.
As she grew older, however, Lily developed more sophisticated questions about Australia, including its place in international relations. Australia only had a population of 20 million people, so despite its physical size, globally speaking it was a small country.
And yet while its military was equally small, one particular part of it was world-renowned: Australia was the home of what was widely acknowledged to be the best special forces unit in the world, the SAS—West’s former regiment.
Another thing piqued her interest: during the twentieth century, Australia had been one of America’s closest and most loyal allies. In World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Kuwait, Australia had always been the first country to stand beside the United States.
And yet not now.
This perplexed Lily, so she decided to ask West about it.
One rainy day, she went into his study, and found him working in darkness and silence (with Horus perched on his chair-back) staring at his computer screen, chewing on a pen, deep in thought.
Lily strolled around his office, idly touching the books on the shelves. She saw his whiteboard with the words “4 MISSING DAYS OF MY LIFE—CORONADO?” still written on it. She also noticed that the sealed glass jar with the rusty red dirt in it had been removed.
He didn’t acknowledge her presence, kept staring at his computer monitor.
She came round behind him, saw the image on his screen. It was a digital photo of some giant hieroglyphics carved into a wall somewhere. Lily translated them quickly in her head:
ENTER THE EMBRACE OF ANUBIS WILLINGLY, AND YOU SHALL LIVE BEYOND THE COMING OF RA.
ENTER AGAINST YOUR WILL, AND YOUR PEOPLE SHALL RULE FOR BUT ONE EON, BUT YOU SHALL LIVE NO MORE.
ENTER NOT AT ALL, AND THE WORLD SHALL BE NO MORE.
“What do you reckon?” West asked suddenly, not turning to face her.
Lily froze, put on the spot. “I …I don’t know…”
West swiveled. “I’m thinking it’s about death and the afterlife, in the form of an address from Amun to the Jesus-like character, Horus. ‘The embrace of Anubis’ is death. If Horus accepts his death willingly, he will rise again and confer a benefit on his people. A bit like Christ dying on the cross. But enough of that. What brings you here today, kiddo?”
A vigorous discussion followed about Australian-American relations—about the rise of America as a sole superpower, and the concerns of Australia that its friend was becoming something of a global bully. “Sometimes a good friend,” West said, “has to show tough love. It’s also much better to get taught a difficult lesson from your friend than from your enemy.”
West then abruptly changed the subject. “Lily, there’s something I have to tell you. When all this comes to a head, if it turns out as I hope it will, I’m probably going to have to go away for a while—”
“Go away?” Lily said, alarmed.
“Yes. Lie low for a while. Go someplace where no one can find me. Disappear.”
“Disappear …” Lily gulped.
“But I want 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.”
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 with the dog and journey
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell.
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 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 favor 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.
“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 organize 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.
Lily noticed some design plans for a quarry-mine in a place called Nubia, with four rising levels and lots of water-driven booby 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. 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 titled:
Waterfall Entrance—Refortification by Imhotep III in the time of Ptolemy Soter and it looked like this:
Wizard noticed Lily’s interest, 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 known as “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: both to please and to 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 forty-four days without being captured.
“But unlike his father, Jack didn’t like what they were turning him into: a killing machine, an 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 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 Army?”
“That’s right,” Wizard said. “Thing is, Jack’s 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.”
“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 take part 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 reassigned 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 upcoming mission and he thought fast, and came up with a way of keeping West happy but also keeping him in the fold: he assigned 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 Halicarnassus 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 it? You stole an entire airplane! Isn’t it wrong to steal?”
“Yes, it is wrong,” Zoe said. “But Huntsman stole the Halicarnassus 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.”
“Why do you call it the Halicarnassus? Is it named after the Mausoleum that was at Halicarnassus?”
West smiled at her easy grasp of the ancient names. “I’m not sure, but I think it is. Mr. Hussein called it the Halicarnassus 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 Mausollos or Nebuchadnezzar. Only he wasn’t like them at all. He was just a big bully.”
West turned to Wizard. “Hey, speaking of the Halicarnassus, that reminds me: how is the refit going? Have you attached those Mark 3 retrogrades yet?”