The Revelation Code

25

‘Nothing here either,’ reported Cross, marking another site off his map. ‘Okay, Paxton, let’s move on.’

Behind him, Dalton had by now abandoned any attempt to disguise his irritation. ‘All this time, and nothing down there but sand and potholes. I should have gotten out when we went back to Ovda to refuel. How long before we have to gas up again?’

Paxton checked the gauges. ‘Another two hours, sir.’

‘Two hours! Christ.’ The exclamation brought disapproving glances from Simeon and Anna. ‘How about we refuel early so I can get out?’

‘We’re not going to disrupt the search because you’re uncomfortable, Victor,’ said Cross. ‘We have work to do — God’s work.’

He spoke politely, but it was perfectly clear to all that a challenge had been issued. ‘Now wait one damn minute, Cross,’ Dalton rumbled. ‘I don’t intend to be jolted around in this sweatbox for another two hours just because it interferes with your schedule. And my title is still “Mr President”, thank you very much.’

‘Of course… Mr President.’ Cross managed to keep all but a tinge of disdain from his voice. ‘But it’s your schedule too. And considering how the timing has worked out perfectly for us, we need to stick to it.’ He looked back at the former politician. ‘It’s in both our best interests. Don’t you agree, Mr President?’

Dalton became acutely aware that he was surrounded by his partner’s most loyal disciples, and that all of them were armed. ‘I suppose so, yes,’ he said, trying to salvage some decorum. ‘But if I can’t even look out of a window, I’m not contributing much.’

‘That you’re not, Mr President. That you’re not.’ Dalton glared at him, but the cult leader had already turned away.

With a loud grunt, Eddie pulled himself up into the cleft in the rock face. He caught his breath, then stood. The passage was narrow, about six feet wide at its entrance and barely half that deeper within.

Huffs and scrapes from behind. He turned to see Jared’s head appear over the edge. ‘Need a hand?’ the Englishman asked.

‘No, I’m fine.’ The Mossad agent hauled himself on to level ground and shrugged off the long coil of rope he was carrying before detaching his climbing harness from the line. ‘That wasn’t hard.’

‘I believe you. Thousands wouldn’t,’ Eddie replied as he removed his own gear, then took a walkie-talkie from his belt. ‘Nina? We’re both up here and safe.’

Nina’s voice crackled from the radio. ‘What can you see?’

‘So far, nothing. The passage twists too much.’

‘According to the satellite, it should go back a couple of hundred feet before opening out at the sinkhole.’ A mix of eagerness and anxiety entered her voice. ‘You will be able to get me up there, won’t you?’

‘Oh, I dunno, might be too risky,’ Eddie told her, knowing full well that he and Jared would be able to bring her up the cliff with no risk to the baby. He smiled at the yelp of complaint that was audible from below even without the radio, then went on: ‘Yeah, we’ll be able to. We’ll see what’s back there first, though. No point hauling you all the way up here for nothing.’

‘Okay,’ she said reluctantly. ‘Tell me what you see the whole way, though.’

‘Rock, rock, rock, rock…’

‘You’re a funny man, Eddie.’

‘Yeah, that’s why you love me. Don’t worry. If we find anything, I’ll tell you.’ He lowered the radio. ‘Jared, you ready?’

‘Always,’ the Israeli replied.

‘Good. Let’s go.’

The two men started down the passage, boots crunching over the gritty sand. They rounded the first turn, losing sight of the entrance but seeing something new ahead. ‘That’s tight,’ said Jared. The walls narrowed still further to a point where they were less than two feet apart. He had to turn slightly sideways to pass through. ‘Hey, will you even be able to fit?’

‘You calling me fat?’ Eddie replied. ‘Just ’cause you’re built like a fucking beanpole…’ But the obstruction presented no difficulty, the crevice widening out again after a short distance. ‘Okay, there’s a narrow section, but you’ll be able to get through,’ he said into the walkie-talkie. ‘Good job you’re only four months pregnant and not eight.’

Nina was already becoming impatient. ‘Have you reached the sinkhole yet?’

‘No, I’ll tell you when we do. It’s nice in here, though.’ Beneath the snaking line of blue sky directly overhead, the rock walls were banded in different shades of brown, glinting seams of copper running through them. ‘Like being in a tiramisu mine.’

‘Great, now I’ve got a craving for some. Thanks, hon!’

Eddie smiled, then followed Jared up the passage. It occasionally narrowed, but was still navigable. Presenting more of a problem were fallen rocks, some almost blocking the way. The Israeli looked up after climbing over one, seeing a ragged gap high above from where the stone had fallen. ‘I don’t think these cliffs are safe.’

‘Well, we don’t have to climb ’em,’ Eddie replied as he traversed the blockage. ‘But if you hear a big cracking noise from above, don’t look up to see what it is — just leg it!’

Jared chuckled, then looked ahead. ‘Hey, it’s opening out.’

‘Nina, we’re almost at the end,’ Eddie reported. ‘I’ll tell you what we see.’ The pair continued on, the passage gradually widening — until they emerged in the open.

‘What is it?’ Nina demanded. ‘Have you found the sinkhole?’

‘Yeah — and more besides.’

He and Jared stepped out into a roughly egg-shaped depression in the mountain, the far wall of the bowl rising up to flatter ground about fifty feet above. The sinkhole Nina had seen on the satellite imagery was indeed here, an almost perfectly circular opening near the hollow’s centre. Eddie peered down into it. Blue-green water rippled gently around ten feet below him. Small pieces of debris floated on its surface. He couldn’t see the bottom.

Just above the pool, a cave was cut into the shaft’s wall, forming a ledge. He didn’t need a doctorate in archaeology to know instantly that it was not a natural feature. Beneath the shelter of the overhang were several small archways, tunnels leading into the mountain. Inscribed around each were blocks of text.

The Englishman didn’t recognise the language, but his companion did. ‘It’s Hebrew,’ said Jared, eyes widening.

They hurried around the sinkhole and climbed down for a closer look. ‘Can you read it?’ Eddie asked.

The Israeli examined one of the carved sections. ‘Some of it,’ he replied. ‘It’s ancient Hebrew, not modern. There are a lot of differences.’

‘But you know what this is?’

Jared perused some of the other writings. ‘I think it’s a temple. This word here,’ he pointed it out, ‘is definitely Yahweh — God.’

Nina was almost at bursting point with her radioed demands for an update. Eddie told her what they had seen, then added: ‘I’m assuming you want to come up here and look for yourself?’

‘No, no, I’ll just stand around in the baking sun while you two poke around,’ came the sarcastic reply. ‘Of course I want to come up there!’

Jared pretended to wince. ‘So that’s what being married is like? I think I’ll have to disappoint my mom for a few more years.’

‘Nah,’ said Eddie with a grin, ‘I’m sure you’ll go on disappointing her for the rest of your life.’

The younger man now winced for real at having left himself wide open for the joke. ‘Hamor,’ he muttered, before looking back at the tunnels. ‘Should we check what’s inside before we bring her up?’

‘Only if you want her to kill you,’ Eddie replied breezily. ‘Come on, let’s go back and rig up a belay.’

Less than thirty minutes later, Nina had been brought up to the passage. ‘That was only about half as terrifying as I’d expected,’ she said as Eddie helped unclip her harness from the rope. ‘Are you sure the baby will be okay?’

‘Little Arbuthnot’ll be fine,’ he assured her.

‘More like Arbuth-not.’ She turned to Jared. ‘I’m glad you waited for me rather than rushing in. Exploring those tunnels on your own probably isn’t a good idea.’

‘You think it might be dangerous?’ he asked. ‘Booby-trapped, like the Spring of Immortality?’

‘It’s possible. If the last angel is here, it could be protected.’

‘The other angels weren’t,’ Eddie pointed out.

‘No, but this site’s different — Revelation suggested it was a place of great religious importance, some kind of redoubt for the Israelites. The angel might not be the only thing here.’

‘Let’s see, then.’ Eddie led the way through the twisting cleft, helping Nina over the fallen rocks.

‘Oh, wow,’ she gasped as they emerged in the bowl beyond. ‘Definitely a place prepared in the wilderness. I want to go down to that cave.’

‘What’s the magic word?’ Eddie asked with a smirk.

She glowered at him. ‘Now.’

He laughed. ‘Near enough. We’ll set up a rope to make it easier for you.’

Nina overcame her impatience long enough to wait for the two men to put down the climbing equipment, then tie a line around a boulder and hang it over the edge. Eddie went first, supporting her from below as Jared helped her descend. She found her footing on the ledge, taking in the ancient inscriptions before her, then looked back at the pool. ‘What are those things in the water?’

Eddie scooped up the nearest floating piece of detritus as Jared swung down. ‘Fungus, it looks like. Some sort of mushrooms.’

‘Probably best not to drink the water, then, or we might end up having our own hallucinogenic visions. Let’s take a look inside.’

‘Which tunnel?’ asked the Israeli. There were four entrances before them.

‘You tell us,’ said Eddie. ‘You can read the language.’

‘I can only read parts of it,’ he protested. ‘I’m a Mossad agent, not a rabbi.’

‘This one,’ said Nina, indicating the left-most.

‘How do you know?’

‘Because I can’t read ancient Hebrew, but I can read symbols. I’ve seen this one before.’ She went to the archway, pointing at something carved above it: a menorah, accompanied by the characters that she and Cross had identified as representing the twenty-four Elders. ‘It was in the temple in Iraq and the catacombs in Rome. I’m also guessing it was on the piece of the Altar of Zeus where you found the angel in Berlin.’

Eddie nodded. ‘So it’s the way to the last angel?’

‘Most likely.’ She went to the neighbouring opening, taking a flashlight from her backpack and shining it inside. A short tunnel opened out into a chamber, but it appeared empty. ‘This was an important religious site, but it was also a shelter where the Israelites could hold out against their enemies. They supposedly wandered in the wilderness for forty years, but the desert’s not that big. The Old Testament books concerning the Exodus are very vague about the timescale. They probably established settlements at various points along the way — or fortifications, in this case. There was a water supply here, so they took advantage of it.’

Jared checked another archway. ‘This one’s empty too,’ he announced, disappointed.

‘It’s a big find, though. Even if there isn’t anything else here, I think this is definitely one of the stations of the Exodus. That’ll keep the archaeologists busy — and the theologians arguing.’ Nina returned to the left-hand tunnel and cautiously entered it, taking off her sunglasses and shining her light around the walls and ceiling. Faded paintings were revealed on the stone, images of people and animals framed by elaborate patterns. ‘These are a lot like the ones in the catacombs.’

‘No traps?’ Eddie asked, joining her.

‘Not yet. But look, the tunnel slants upwards.’ The beam fell upon a steeply sloping floor.

‘Great,’ said Jared gloomily. ‘It really is like the Spring of Immortality.’

‘I don’t think there’ll be any killer statues or giant crabs,’ said Nina as she started up the passage. ‘But let’s be careful, huh?’

They proceeded deeper into the mountain. The tunnel’s walls had been smoothed by both hand and time, giving the undulating passage an unsettlingly organic feeling. Its colour changed as they climbed through different strata. Stubs of side passages occasionally branched off, copper deposits having been grubbed from the rock, though more often than not the valuable metal had been left in situ. Eddie paused to rub one of the seams. ‘Wonder why they stopped mining it?’

‘Out of reverence, I’d imagine,’ said Nina, examining a wall painting. Unlike those at the entrance, which showed general scenes of the Israelites’ lives, this was clearly religious in nature: robed figures standing with their heads bowed before a tent in the desert. ‘This tunnel seems to be going somewhere important — maybe a temple. Once it was established, mining was probably considered disrespectful.’

Jared peered at the image as Nina moved away. ‘What is it?’ Eddie asked.

‘The tent… I think it’s the Tabernacle. The shrine to God that the Israelites carried with them,’ he explained, seeing the Yorkshireman’s quizzical look.

‘The Tabernacle of the Covenant,’ said Nina. ‘Where they kept the Ark.’

‘What, like the lost Ark?’ Eddie asked. ‘As in, Raiders of the?’

‘That’s right. The actual one.’

‘Wow. If you found that, it might finally make you more famous than Indiana Jones.’

‘I’ve had more than enough of being famous, thanks!’ she said firmly.

They continued upwards. ‘It’s getting damp,’ Nina observed before long. In places, the walls had a faint sheen, some of the painted scenes smeared by water and mould.

Eddie sniffed. ‘Something smells a bit dodgy.’

‘It might be these.’ She played her light over something low on the wall. A small patch of bulbous white mushrooms was growing on the glistening stone. ‘Fungi.’

‘Yeah, I know I am.’

‘What? Oh God,’ she added with rolled eyes as she got the pun. Eddie chuckled. ‘There are more up ahead.’

The walls were indeed home to other colonies of the fungal growths. They were so pale in colour that they almost seemed to glow in the reflected light. But Jared was already looking past them. ‘Hey, I can see something.’ He moved to investigate.

Eddie and Nina followed. ‘Okay, we found where the smell’s coming from,’ the Englishman announced, wrinkling his nose.

A vertical shaft thirty feet in diameter opened out before them, dropping into darkness below. The walls were home to more mushrooms, the largest bigger than a clenched fist. A faint light came from what Nina at first thought were small holes in the ragged ceiling high above, before closer inspection revealed that the milky glow was actually being refracted through veins of some type of translucent crystal.

But the most arresting feature was man-made.

A narrow bridge of blackened wood led across the chasm to an archway flush with the wall on the far side, the opening barricaded by a heavy door. A now-familiar symbol was marked upon it: the menorah of the twenty-four Elders. Beside the entrance, a large nook had been carved from the rock, numerous small objects sitting within. ‘Careful,’ Nina warned. ‘That doesn’t look safe.’

Eddie moved to get a look at the crossing’s supports. ‘No kidding.’

He retreated so Nina could see. The near end of the rickety bridge was supported by what she could only think of as a hinge; the whole thing seemed designed to plunge intruders into the pit below.

She dropped a loose stone over the edge. A faint splash echoed back up the shaft after a couple of seconds. ‘It must be a cenote,’ she mused. ‘There’s a reservoir at the bottom; it might even join up with the sinkhole outside. And this’ — she waved her hand at the bridge — ‘is a trap to tip people into it.’

‘I’ll go back and get some rope,’ said Eddie.

‘No, wait a minute. Look at that.’ She shone her flashlight at the nook. Set into its back was a piece of glinting metal: a bronze slab almost a foot wide and several inches deep. There was a slit in the rock beneath it, through which a rod protruded to support the shelf. ‘We’ve seen something like that before, in the Atlantean temple in Brazil. It’s a weighing scale.’

‘To weigh what?’ asked Jared.

‘Those.’ She shifted the beam to pick out the objects below the scale: stones of various sizes. ‘There’s more text by the door. It’s some sort of test; a puzzle. It probably tells you what you have to do to get in.’

‘Which you’ve got to cross the bridge to read,’ Eddie said dubiously.

‘Yeah, that’s kinda worrying. But I don’t think it automatically throws everybody who tries to cross down the shaft. It’s more likely that it only catches people who fail the test. The people who knew the answer, the ones who built this place, could come and go as they wanted.’

Jared conducted his own examination of the bridge. ‘That may have been true when they built it. But look at it! It’s falling apart. If it really was made by the Israelites, then it’s over three thousand years old.’

‘It might not be as old as you think,’ Nina countered. ‘The people who hid the angels, the Elders, did so a long time after the Exodus. John of Patmos discovered their writings in the Library of Pergamon, and that wasn’t founded until around 350 BC.’

Eddie made a sarcastic sound. ‘Oh, so it’s only over two thousand years old. That makes it completely safe.’

‘The site may have still been used for a long time after that, though.’

‘Or it might not. Seriously, don’t even think about crossing it until we get some ropes.’

‘I’ll go back for them,’ said Jared. ‘Wait here for me.’

‘Don’t bloody worry, we’re not going anywhere!’ the Englishman told him. Jared smiled and headed back down the tunnel.

Nina watched him go, then moved to the bridge. ‘Oi,’ said Eddie.

‘What?’

‘You’re thinking about putting a foot on it, aren’t you? Just to test your theory.’

‘No I wasn’t,’ she said, not entirely convincingly.

He shook his head. ‘I dunno. You say you’re done with all this stuff, but give you half a chance and you’re back climbing cliffs to reach ancient temples. Even when you’re pregnant.’

The words had been spoken with humour, but Nina’s expression revealed that she had taken them very seriously indeed. ‘What is it?’ he asked.

‘I’m worried that… that I’m going to be a bad mom,’ she admitted in a quiet voice.

Eddie was surprised. ‘Why would you think that?’

‘Isn’t it obvious?’ She held out both hands to encompass their surroundings. ‘I’m four months pregnant, and I’m in a cave halfway up a mountain in the middle of a desert looking for an ancient relic with the power to kill thousands of people! I should be going to Lamaze classes or pigging out with a big tub of chocolate fudge ice cream.’

‘Just because you’re having a baby doesn’t make you an invalid. And it doesn’t mean you have to give up everything else, either.’

‘That’s the thing, though,’ she said. ‘I don’t want to give this up. Not now; not at all. And that’s why I’m worried about becoming a mother — because I’ll have to give it up. Which makes me… selfish. We’re having a child, but I just keep thinking about how that’ll stop me from… from doing what I do.’

She turned away from him, looking down into the darkness of the cenote. ‘You know what’s weird? We were both dragged into this in the worst way possible, but now that we’re free… I’m almost glad I’m here. I could have told Oswald to hand this over to someone at the IHA, but I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it,’ she repeated, with emphasis. ‘I deliberately chose to do something that could be dangerous, even though I’m pregnant. What the hell kind of mother does that?’

‘But… you do still want a child?’ Eddie asked hesitantly.

‘Yes, I do — of course I do!’ She looked down at the slight swell of her abdomen. ‘I want us to have a baby together. But it’s kind of scary, and I hadn’t realised just how scary because I had other issues going on. First I was in denial about how much Macy’s death had affected me, and because of that I was hyper-obsessed with working on the book — and then I was blocked because I was depressed and not sure if everything I’d done in my life was actually worth it.’

‘You were?’ he asked, surprised.

‘I wasn’t seeing a shrink to get over my fear of public speaking. And I know I should have told you exactly why I was having therapy, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to burden you with my psychological problems.’

‘Yeah, you should have done,’ he said, though with sympathy rather than in remonstration. ‘We’re married. Being burdened with your problems is sort of my job! But just because we’re having a kid doesn’t mean you have to give up everything important to you. It just means you need to change how you do it. You can still write your book, for a start.’ He moved up behind her. ‘And since you’re not at the IHA any more, maybe you can do some of that “proper” archaeology you go on about, and dig little bits of junk out of the dirt instead of being surrounded by gunfire and explosions.’

‘I could definitely live with that,’ she said, managing a small smile, albeit brief.

Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist. ‘You can do anything you put your mind to; I know you, you’re too bloody stubborn to give up! Trust me, you’ll be a great mum.’

‘I don’t know,’ said Nina glumly. ‘I really don’t know if I will…’

Echoing footsteps signalled Jared’s return. ‘I brought the rope and some gear,’ the Israeli called as he reappeared.

‘Good lad,’ said Eddie. ‘Okay, let’s set this up.’

Nina watched as they pounded a pair of pitons into the rock wall, then fixed the rope to them. ‘You do realise that if the bridge collapses when you cross it, you’ll swing back and slam into the wall, right?’

‘Course I do,’ her husband replied. ‘That’s why I’m sending the kid!’

Jared gave him a startled look, which quickly became one of smug superiority. ‘Actually, I was going to volunteer anyway. You can’t leave something like this to an unsteady old man.’

‘You keep thinking that,’ said Eddie. He secured the rope to the younger man’s harness. ‘You sure you want to do this?’ he asked, more concerned.

Jared looked down into the pit’s inky depths. ‘No… but somebody has to, and my mom really would be disappointed in me if I let a pregnant woman risk it!’

‘Thank you, Jared,’ said Nina, with an appreciative nod.

‘I’ll play out the rope to you,’ said Eddie, picking up the coil of nylon line. ‘If the bridge looks like it’s going to give way, run right back. If you fall, I’ll catch you.’

Now the Israeli was the appreciative one, although he couldn’t resist making a crack. ‘Hope your withered arms can take the weight, alter kocker.’

‘Or I could fucking kick you over there… Ready?’

Jared steeled himself. ‘Yeah.’

‘Okay. Watch yourself.’

The Israeli cautiously put one foot on the narrow bridge. The old wooden beams had been dried out over flames to harden them; even so, they creaked. He edged forward. ‘Seems solid so far.’

‘Your weight’s still being taken by that hinge,’ Nina reminded him, her nervousness growing. ‘Please be careful.’

‘Don’t worry, I will!’ He aimed his flashlight down at the bridge, then advanced until he was clear of the support. The creaks grew in volume as he shuffled along… then eased.

Nina let out a relieved breath. ‘Thank God.’

‘You’re doing fine,’ Eddie called, carefully letting out more rope. ‘Just take it easy. You’re about a third of the way there.’

Jared moved on — then abruptly stopped. ‘Some of the planks are missing.’

‘Then don’t step on the holes!’

The advice drew a glare, but he adjusted his step to traverse the gap. The next intact board held, though with a raspy protest. A second space, wider, but this too he successfully crossed. ‘It’s holding.’

‘Great,’ said Eddie, trying not to let his concern show. He knew that a loss of confidence could be as dangerous as any broken plank. ‘You’re almost halfway across. Just keep going, nice and steady.’

Jared used his torch to check the remainder of the bridge. ‘There aren’t any more gaps,’ he said as he took another careful step. ‘I should be able—’

Crack!

Nina shrieked as the gunshot snap of breaking wood echoed around the cenote. Jared staggered, trying to regain his balance…

He failed. Arms flailing, he toppled towards the abyss.