The representative of New Zealand said: “And now the European Union wants it—”
“Ahem,” O’Hara said. “These nations do not represent the European Union. Ireland and Spain are members of the EU, and Father del Piero does not act in our name. While it calls itself an EU mission, it is really a coalition of four ‘Old European’ states: France, Germany, Italy, and the Vatican.”
At the mention of France, the New Zealander visibly stiffened. Relations between New Zealand and France had been tense ever since the bombing by French agents of the Greenpeace boat, the Rainbow Warrior, in Auckland Harbor in 1985. “Old Europe then. My point is if Old Europe wants the Capstone, you can be assured that her enemies are aware of this—”
“They are,” Abbas said firmly. “The Americans are already putting together a rival expedition spearheaded by Marshall Judah and the CIEF, and backed by the Caldwell Group.”
“Wait a second,” the head of the Jamaican delegation said. “America and Europe are enemies?”
“As only ex-friends can be,” Epper said. “Through the vehicle of the EU, Old Europe has been waging economic warfare on the United States for the last five years. It began when the Europeans accused America of subsidizing its steel industry and shutting European producers out of its market.”
Canada nodded. “And ex-friends, like ex-wives and ex-husbands, make for the bitterest of foes. Europe and America despise each other. And their enmity will only get worse over time.”
Epper said, “Which is why we are all here today. Our seven small nations are not the enemies of the United States or Old Europe. Indeed, we have fought by their side on many previous occasions. But on this matter, we have decided that we cannot sit idly by while these so-called Great Powers engage in a battle for the most powerful artifact known to humankind.
“No. We are gathered here today because we believe that the Capstone should not belong to any one superpower. Its power is simply too great. In short, we are here to save the world.”
“So what about the baby girl—” Abbas asked.
Epper held up his hand. “In a moment, Anzar, in a moment. Just a little more background first. Throughout history, the Capstone has been sought by many powerful individuals: Julius Caesar, Augustus Caesar, Richard the Lionheart, Napoleon, Lord Kitchener and, most recently, by Adolf Hitler and the Nazis. It is worshipped by organizations such as the Templars and the Freemasons, and—this will surprise some—the Catholic Church. All of them believe the same thing: whosoever finds the Capstone and performs an ancient ritual with it, will rule the Earth for a thousand years.”
The room was silent.
Epper went on. “Only one man in history is believed to have actually held the Capstone in his possession and harnessed its awesome power. He is also the one who, according to legend, broke the Capstone into seven pieces—so that no one man could ever have it whole again. He then had those pieces spread to the distant corners of the world, to be buried within seven colossal monuments, the seven greatest structures of his age.”
“Who?” Abbas said, leaning forward. “The only man ever to rule the entire world of his era,” Epper said. “Alexander the Great.”
“Seven colossal monuments?” Abbas said suspiciously. “You’re talking about the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World? Alexander had the seven pieces of the Capstone buried within the Seven Wonders?”
“Yes,” Epper said, “although in his lifetime, they weren’t known as the Seven Ancient Wonders. That label was coined later, in the year 250 B.C. by Callimachus of Cyrene, the Chief Librarian of the Library at Alexandria. Why, at the time of Alexander’s death in 323 B.C., only five of the Seven Wonders had actually been built.”
“My ancient history is a little rusty,” Abbas said, “can you remind me of the Seven Wonders, please?”
It was the young Irish woman who answered him, quickly and expertly: “In order of construction, they are: the Great Pyramid at Giza, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Temple of Artemis at Ephesus, the Statue of Zeus at Olympia, the Mausoleum at Halicarnassu, the Lighthouse at Alexandria, and the Colossus of Rhodes.”
“Thank you, Zoe,” Epper said. “I thought the Hanging Gardens were a myth,” Abbas said.
Epper said, “Just because something has not been found yet does not make it a myth, Anzar. But we digress. In his lifetime, Alexander visited all five of the existing Wonders. The last two Wonders—the Lighthouse and the Colossus—would be built by his closest friend and general, Ptolemy I, who would himself later become Pharaoh of Egypt.
“This creates a curious coincidence: taken together, these two titans of their age visited all seven of the sites that would subsequently be called the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World.
“Sure enough, soon after their deaths, the concept of seven ‘great’ structures came into being.
“But don’t be fooled. This was no coincidence at all. As I’ve said, the idea of the Seven Wonders of the World was first espoused by Callimachus of Cyrene in 250 B.C. He did this in a text called A Collection of Wonders around the World now known simply as the Callimachus Text.
“Callimachus, however, was not publishing some idle list. He was a man who knew everything about Alexander, Ptolemy, and the Golden Capstone.
“By pinpointing these seven structures—and let’s be honest, there were other just-as-impressive monuments in existence at the time that were not included—Callimachus was drawing a map, a clear and specific map to the location of the pieces of the Golden Capstone.”
“According to the Callimachus Text, the Capstone was cut into pieces like so.” Epper drew a pyramid on the whiteboard and cut across it horizontally, dividing it into seven bands.
“Seven pieces: one pyramidal tip, six trapezoidal base pieces, all of varying sizes, which we number from the top down, one through seven. Then they were hidden in each of the Seven Wonders.”
“Wait,” Abbas said, “the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World have long since fallen, been disassembled, or simply disappeared. How can we find these pieces in structures that no longer exist?”
Epper nodded. “This is a good point. Apart from the Great Pyramid, none of the Seven Wonders has survived to the present day. The Callimachus Text, however, has.
“And let me make something else clear: while it bears his name, Callimachus was not the only person to write it. His Text is a compendium of writings from many writers, all of them members of a secret cult who updated it and revised it over the course of 1500 years. They did keep track of every Wonder, even after they fell, and by extension they kept track of every piece of the Capstone. Allow me to explain.”
“There is a well-known story about Alexander the Great. Before he embarked on his campaign in Persia, Alexander visited an Oracle at the desert oasis of Siwa in Egypt. During this visit the Oracle confirmed Alexander’s belief that he was a god, no less than the son of Zeus.
“Less well known, however, is the gift that the Oracle is said to have given Alexander when he departed Siwa. It was never seen, but according to the historian, Callisthenes, it occupied ‘a whole covered wagon that required eight donkeys to draw it.’
“Whatever this gift was, it was heavy. Very heavy.
Alexander would take it in its shrouded wagon with him on his all-conquering campaign across Persia.”
“You believe the Oracle gave the Capstone to Alexander?” Abbas said.
“I do. I further believe that during that campaign, Alexander systematically hid those pieces at the five then-existing Wonders. He then left the last two pieces with his trusted friend, Ptolemy I, who as we know would go on to build the last two Ancient Wonders.
“For you see, this ‘Oracle at Siwa’ was more than just a seer. The Oracle was—and is to this day—the High Priest of an ancient Sun cult known as the Cult of Amun-Ra. Interestingly, Egyptian records knew this cult by another name: the Priests of the Capstone. That’s right. They are the ones who placed the Golden Capstone on the apex of the Great Pyramid. They are also
the ones who took it down.
“This Cult of Amun-Ra has endured to the present day, under many guises. For instance, the Knights of St. John of Malta, and some sections of the Catholic Church.
“The Freemasons, too, have long attached great significance to the Great Pyramid—and are often accused of being a thinly veiled reincarnation of the Cult of Amun-Ra. Indeed, one very famous Freemason, Napoleon Bonaparte, was initiated into the order’s highest ranks inside the King’s Chamber of the Great Pyramid.
“Other famous individuals who have been associated with the Cult of Amun-Ra include Thomas Jefferson, Frederic-Auguste Bartholdi, the designer of the Statue of Liberty, Dr. Hans Koenig, the famous Nazi archaeologist, and the American vice president Henry Wallace, the man behind the now infamous inclusion of a capstone-bearing pyramid on the U.S. one-dollar bill.
“For our purposes, it should be noted that all of the Chief Librarians of the Library at Alexandria were key members of the Cult—among them Apollonius of Rhodes and Callimachus of Cyrene.”
Epper continued. “As time passed and each Wonder fell, Callimachus’s successors in the Cult of Amun-Ra kept careful watch over the pieces of the Capstone, recording their resting places in the Callimachus Text.
“For example, when the Colossus of Rhodes was toppled by an earthquake, Egyptian cultists spirited away its head, rescuing the Capstone Piece on its neck-piece. The Colossus’s new resting place was then noted in the Callimachus Text—but in a secret language.
“And here, Anzar, lies the importance of the little girl.
“You see, Callimachus and his successors wrote all of their entries in an ancient language, a language unlike any other in the history of man, a language that has defied translation for over 4,500 years, even by modern supercomputers.
“It is a mysterious language known as the Word of Thoth.
“Now, we believe that Father del Piero possesses a Vatican copy of the Callimachus Text—copied in secret by a Vatican spy in the thirteenth century. But he cannot translate it. And so he went in search of the one person in the world capable of reading the Word of Thoth: the Oracle of Siwa.
“For while Alexander has come and gone, the Oracle of Siwa lives to this very day, albeit in hiding somewhere in Africa.
“In a single unbroken line spanning more than four thousand five hundred years, the Oracle—male or female, the Oracle can be either—has always spawned one child. And the Oracle’s offspring have inherited the preternatural ‘sight’ associated with the Oracle, thus becoming the next one.
“The extent of this ‘sight’ has been debated over the years, but one talent peculiar to the Oracle has been documented by Egyptian, Greek, and Roman writers alike: the Oracle of Siwa is the only person alive who is born with the ability to read the Word of Thoth.
“Since Callimachus’s followers died out sometime in the fourteenth century, the Oracle is now the only person on Earth who can decode the Callimachus Text and thus reveal the locations of the Seven Ancient Wonders.”
“As we have just heard, led by Francisco del Piero, the European coalition did not locate the Oracle himself, but they did find his pregnant wife, which is just as well: the Oracle, a foul, distasteful man by all accounts, was killed two months later in a drunken accident. Had he been located sooner, this mission would have been significantly easier and could have started immediately.
“In any case, now the Europeans have a newborn Oracle—a boy—which means that when he reaches sufficient age, he will be able to decode the Text. According to ancient sources, a new Oracle begins to command his or her abilities around the age of ten.
“Once del Piero has the ability to decode the Callimachus Text, his European force will commence upon the greatest treasure hunt in history: a search for the seven pieces of the Golden Capstone.”
The Irish woman, Zoe Kissane, leaned forward: “Only on this occasion, by some fluke, the Oracle’s wife gave birth to twins. And we have the other child: a girl.”
“Correct,” Epper said. “And now it becomes a race. A race based solely on the maturation of two children. As they grow, they will learn to command their abilities, and when they are able to read the Word of Thoth, they will be able to decipher the Callimachus Text.”
“Which means the girl’s well-being is of the utmost importance,” O’Hara said. “She is to be guarded around the clock, nurtured, and brought to maturity, so that when the time comes, she can translate the Text and guide us to the Wonders before the Europeans or the Americans can get them.”
Epper nodded in agreement. “Make no mistake, people. The odds are against us. Our rivals from America and Old Europe are already employing hundreds of scientists in pursuit of this goal. When the time comes, they will send entire armies after those seven pieces.
“We do not have their resources, or their numbers. But having said that, we are not entirely without advantages.
“First. Aiding our quest is the fact that the two superpowers do not know we are embarking on it. They don’t know we have the girl.
“And second: we are not after the entire Capstone. We only need to get one piece. If we do that, we deprive our adversaries of the power of the entire Capstone. Granted, getting just one piece will be a titanic task.”
Epper scanned the room. “This is a weighty responsibility, too weighty for one nation alone to bear. Which is why we have all come together today, a group of small nations who are prepared to join forces to combat the great powers of our time. And so the following course of action is proposed: each member of this group of nations will provide one soldier to share in the guardianship of the girl—both in her growth and in our ultimate quest to find one piece of the Capstone.
“But I warn you. This will be a long mission, a mission of years, not months. It will also be one of constant vigilance, self-sacrifice, and discipline. The group of chosen soldiers will accompany Captain West and me to the safehouse where the girl is now being kept. There we shall guard her and raise her, in absolute secrecy, until she is ready to fulfil her destiny.”
Six of the delegations formed into huddles, whispered among themselves. Since he was his own delegation, West didn’t need to discuss anything with anyone.
At length, they reconvened, each nation presenting its selected guardian.
Canada already had Max Epper.
Sheik Abbas said, “On behalf of the United Arab Emirates, I offer the services of my second son, Captain Zahir al Anzar al Abbas.”
The trooper who had been sitting beside Abbas for the duration of the meeting stood. He was a rotund fellow, short and round—some would say chubby—with a bushy black beard and turban.
“Captain Zahir al Anzar al Abbas, heavy arms, explosives, 1st Commando Squadron, at your command. Call sign: Saladin.”
Then the Spaniards’ representative stood: tall, handsome and athletic, he looked like Ricky Martin, only tougher. “Lieutenant Enrique Velacruz. Unidad de Operaciones Especiales, Spanish Marines. Underwater destruction and demolition. Call sign: Matador.”
The Jamaicans introduced a tall dreadlocked fellow named Sergeant V. J. Weatherley, call sign: Witch Doctor.
The New Zealanders offered a big hairy-faced NZAF pilot nicknamed Sky Monster.
Last of all, the Irish proffered two representatives, one of whom was the only woman to join this special multinational unit.
They sent Zoe Kissane and the giant fellow who sat at her side, her brother, Liam. Both hailed from the famed Irish commando unit, the Sciathan Fianoglach an Airm.
She introduced herself: “Sergeant Zoe Kissane, hostage rescue, advanced medical. Call sign: Bloody Mary.”
He did too: “Corporal Liam Kissane, also hostage rescue, bomb disposal, heavy arms. Call sign: Gunman.”
And there they stood, around the wide table, the eight chosen representatives of seven small nations who were about to embark on the mission of their lives.
They would acquire a ninth member soon—Stretch, from Israel—but he would not be a member
of their choosing.
They prepared to leave. A plane was waiting to take them out of Ireland and to the secret safehouse.
At the door, Abbas spoke to his son, Saladin, in Arabic. One word kept arising: “bint.”
The short fat trooper nodded.
As he did so, West stepped past them, walking out the door.
“If you’re going to talk about her,” he said, “please stop calling her ‘the girl.’ She has a name, you know.”
“You named her?” Saladin said, surprised.
“Yes,” West said. “I named her Lily.”
They commenced their journey to the safehouse.
It was in Africa, in Kenya, but for secrecy’s sake they took a long circuitous route to get there, taking several flights over several days.
On one of these flights, Saladin said to Epper, “At the meeting we were given an extract from a book. It told of the Capstone and the Tartarus Sunspot. What is this Tartarus Sunspot and what relationship does it bear to the Great Pyramid and its Capstone?”
Epper nodded. “Good question. It is a most curious relationship, but one that takes on a new level of importance at this time.”
“Why?”
“Because in ten years’ time, in March 2006, we will see the second great turning of the Sun, a solar event that has not occurred in over four thousand five hundred years.”
The big-bearded Arab frowned. “The second great turning of the Sun? What is that?”
“Although you can’t see it, our Sun actually spins on its own axis, much as the Earth does. Only it doesn’t turn in a flat even rotation as we do. Rather, it rocks slowly up and down as it spins. As such, every four thousand to five thousand years, a certain section of the Sun—a sunspot known as the Tartarus Sunspot—comes into direct alignment with our planet. This is a bad thing.”