The Cup

CHAPTER 63

Nick drove back with Selena to their loft. A black Cadillac limousine idled on the street in front of the building.

"That figures," Nick said.

Selena looked at the car waiting there. "Is that who I think it is?"

"Yup. Looks like it."

"Do I get to meet him?"

"Nobody meets him. I haven't met him. He's a voice behind a piece of black glass."

Nick drove into the underground parking garage. They got out.

"I'm going with you," Selena said.

Nick picked up the box with the cup. They walked up to the first floor and out the main entrance to where Adam's car waited. The chauffeur stood by the rear door.

"I'm very sorry, Doctor. Only Nick, please."

"She gets in with me or we're going upstairs."

"It's all right, Nick. Don't worry about it. It's just the way it is. I'll be upstairs"

The chauffeur touched his ear. Then he opened the door.

Nick climbed in and the door closed. A minute later, the car began to move. Adam's electronically distorted voice came over the speaker.

"Good morning, Nick. I see you have brought the Grail with you."

"Then it is the Grail," Nick said. "The real deal."

"Oh yes, as you say, the real deal. Within that box is the cup held by Joseph of Arimathea at the crucifixion of Jesus."

"We haven't been able to open it."

"Are you sure you want to see what's in the box? Things change when one is permitted to view the Grail."

"Of course I want to see it. Lots of people got killed looking for it. There's a lot of blood on this box."

"That is the nature of life. Some things require sacrifice."

"Spare me the backseat philosophy," Nick said. "Good men died for this. I don't think they intended to be a sacrifice."

"Not consciously, perhaps. Sometimes there is a deeper purpose at work that goes beyond what we recognize at an outer level. It motivates us at unexpected moments to do unexpected things."

"Are you saying we're not in control of our lives?"

"Do you honestly think you're in control?"

"Within a reasonable limit, sure. Maybe I can't control things like natural disasters and crazy political leaders who start a war, but in the actions of my life, yes. I have responsibility for what happens to me."

"Responsibility and control are not the same thing," Adam said. "You are a very responsible man, Nick, otherwise you would not have been chosen for the tasks that have been set to you."

"Set by who? What do you mean?"

Nick felt the wooden box in his lap move. With a series of clicks the top lifted up and the sides fell away. Nick looked down. The Grail lay inside, on a bed of pure, red silk.

The limousine vanished.

He was standing in a large crowd, all of them looking at something. Some in the crowd seemed angry, others were crying. He was dressed in a course woolen robe that reached almost to his feet. He looked down in confusion. Instead of shoes, he wore leather sandals.

What the hell?

He looked up and saw where he was.

Not possible. This isn't possible.

He was on the Hill of Golgotha. Three crosses rose against an ominous, darkening sky.

Not possible, he thought again. This can't be happening.

His eyes moved to the central figure, slumped in agony, head dropped forward onto his chest. A group had gathered at the foot of the cross. A man dressed in fine clothes held up a cup to catch the blood dripping down.

Sudden warmth exploded in Nick's chest, like a sun bursting open. He looked at the man dying on the cross and a great wave of sadness swept over him. Unbidden tears ran down his cheeks.

His life started to unfold before his eyes. He watched himself being born, watched the boy he had been growing up, the anguish with his father, the fear and sadness of his mother. He saw all the people he'd ever loved or hated, remembered thoughtless decisions he'd made that had caused people pain, moments of kindness he'd managed to scrape together. He couldn't control it. It was as though someone had pulled a plug and he was draining away through it.

The world as he knew it crumbled away as he watched. What he thought he believed in. Who he thought he was. Why he was doing the things he was doing.

It felt as though he'd fallen off a cliff.

When it stopped, he didn't know how long he'd been sitting there in the back of that car. He felt exposed, shaken to the core. The box on his lap was closed. The Grail was no longer visible. He took a deep breath and exhaled. His face was wet.

"Do you understand now?"

Adam's voice was gentle.

"No. Yes. I'm not sure."

"You don't need to analyze it," Adam said. "In time, it will work its way into your life."

"I'm not religious," Nick said.

"You don't have to be religious to experience what just happened. The intensity will fade, but you will never forget. That is what is important."

"I feel different," Nick said.

"I told you things would change if you saw the Grail."

The drawer in the compartment divider slid open.

"Please," Adam said.

Nick put the box in the drawer. It slid closed and in a moment opened again. The box was still there.

"You don't want to take it?" Nick asked.

"That is not the same box," Adam said. "It appears to be identical and if it is scanned, it will look the same. But if someone attempts to open it by force it will break into pieces, along with the cup inside it. Give it back to Director Hood. There's no need to tell him it's not the one you brought back from Syria."

Nick held it up. "It looks exactly the same."

"Yes it does, doesn't it? With that you will avoid a lot of unanswerable questions and satisfy the needs of your president to know that the Grail has been recovered."

Nick thought for a moment. "I don't know what to tell Selena."

"You'll know what to say when the time comes."

The car came to a halt. In a moment the passenger door opened.

"Goodbye, Nick."

He was back in front of his building. Everything seemed bathed in light, brighter, clearer to him. He got out of the car. The chauffeur closed the door and got back in.

Nick stood on the sidewalk and watched the Cadillac disappear in the distance.