“Cover blown,” Caleb thought out loud. “Okay, so what was the image on the charm?”
“A dragon, run through with a spear.”
“Not a sword?”
“No, not really St. George-like. I looked at some images of him online, but it wasn’t a match. It’s different, it’s-”
“More ancient,” Caleb said, catching Qara’s eyes darting to his in the mirror. “It could be a number of symbols, but I have a theory.”
“Of course you do,” Phoebe said with a smile. “Let’s hear it.”
“Tiamat,” he said. “An ancient Sumerian goddess. She took the shape of a dragon or sea serpent. She represented the primeval chaos before creation, and she and her consort Apsu were credited with creating all the deities. In the Babylonian epic of creation, the Enuma Elish, the world, including humanity, is created around her remains after she is destroyed by the storm god, Marduk, whose symbol is the lance.”
“Ah,” said Orlando, searching for it on the Internet, “got it! Found a symbol, and it looks pretty much spot-on. And wait! It says Tiamat possessed something called the Tablet of Destiny! With it, she was given the power over the universe. Wow, that sounds familiar.”
“What else does it say?” Phoebe asked.
“Well, her offspring rose up against her to fight in some great primordial battle, and Marduk was chosen to be their hero. He bested Tiamat with arrows of the winds, a net and a powerful magic lance. But first, knowing they were coming, she had given the tablet to her son, Kingu, who somehow merged it with his armor, hoping to become invincible. But it didn’t help. Marduk went after him. With the power of his lance he overthrew Kingu, then took the tablet for himself.”
Caleb nodded. “But later, if I recall, he was forced to give it back to the eldest god, Anu, the lord of heaven.”
Phoebe leaned forward. “And what, dare I ask, did Anu do with it?”
“Well, he was part of a triad of gods, with Enki, lord of the waters, and Enlil/Marduk, lord of the sky. Anu was sometimes called their father, because he was the oldest. In any case, it was Enki who got the tablet. Anu must have trusted him more. And Enki, as he was known in Babylon, had another name in Egypt.”
“Oooh,” said Phoebe, raising her hand. She promptly put it down after a scowl from Caleb. “Of course, it’s got to be Thoth.”
“Bingo.”
“Here we go,” said Orlando. “So where does that leave us? What is Renee a part of? Some Marduk-lovers cult, jilted after doing all the work of beating Tiamat, wresting the tablet from her, only to have his daddy take it away and give it to his no-good brother?”
“Seems that way,” Caleb said. “And now they want it back.”
“Wait,” said Orlando. “Was Marduk ram-headed by any chance?”
Caleb nodded. “As Amun-Ra in Egypt, he was ram-headed during the Zodiacal age of the Ram. Why?”
“Oh, just because Renee’s boyfriend-lover in my dream wore a ram’s mask.”
Caleb scratched his chin. “Qara? You’ve been rather silent. Does any of this make sense?”
She was silent for a long time, merely staring ahead at the dusty road and the glimmering, hazy horizon. “It seems,” she said, turning her eyes on Caleb in the mirror, “there are two ancient forces contending for that tablet and the keys to unlock its power. Which side are you on?”
One hundred fifty miles to the northeast, Montross stretched his legs and stared at the road ahead. He sucked in a deep breath of air so pure and crisp it was as though his lungs were bared to the outside, directly absorbing every molecule.
While Colonel Hiltmeyer called in their location on his secure satellite phone, Nina stood by the back of their jeep, cleaning her guns and checking their equipment. Montross noticed she still kept a motherly eye on Alexander, off in the nearest set of bushes, busy relieving himself.
It was time. He opened his pack, reached down and touched the tablet. Caressed its impossibly smooth angles, felt its power as his index finger lingered over symbols that seemed to react to his touch. His heart rate increased, his eyes grew heavy, his legs weak. He reluctantly closed the flap, stumbled back to the jeep, then slid into the back seat.
“What’s wrong with you?” Nina asked, gliding over at once and ducking her head inside.
Montross held up a hand. “Nothing I didn’t ask for.”
“What, are you trying for a vision? Now?”
“Need to snoop on our friends. See how far they’ve gotten.”
“Okay fine. But do you”-she reached over, touched his face seductively, turned his chin toward her as she leaned in, placing her lips inches from his-“need any help?”
“Ordinarily, I might say yes. But now that I’ve got the tablet, I have what I need. And you, my dear, ought to keep an eye on our guest.”
“The boy’s not going anywhere. He’s just… Oh shit!” She stared out the window, incredulous. “The little brat’s actually making a break for it.”
“For what? We’re in the middle of nowhere. Just go get him.”
Montross knew she was still speaking, but there was no sound in the jeep. It was as if the world had fallen away, dissolving around him into an absence of color, pure white like a blank canvas, one that he longed to fill. He moaned, then opened his eyes and pushed his face forward, through what felt like a thick, gelatinous curtain, to pry this vision free-except it did more than that. Just as once before, down in Caleb’s lighthouse vault, it plucked his very psyche from his body and hurtled it across time and space, until…
… in a field of stones, weeds and grass. Broken pillars, moss-eaten stones that once ran in some kind of pattern.
Ruins.
Xanadu.
Shimmering, the landscape, the dying sun, the sickly grouping of nearby oak trees, oddly translucent, the bark glistening in the twilight, reflecting the dim glow of approaching headlights.
Headlights brighten, the engine coughs and the lights go out. A Hummer stops near the main archway, the only significant standing feature left of Xanadu. Without making any physical effort, Montross is closer, with just a directed thought.
Doors open. Two women get out. Two men.
One of them… Caleb!
In that instant, Caleb looks around, and Montross pulls back, trying to disappear, to reel himself back. The sudden fear of discovery leads to the panic of being non-corporeal, of being unable to make it back. Could he be trapped like this? Far from his body, so distant, slumped in the back seat of a jeep? Vulnerable.
Caleb turns toward him, mouth open.
He knows! He can see!
Frowning, Caleb takes a step toward him, then another, reaching out. Now he is running.
Montross tries to get away as Caleb’s image flutters, breaks into pieces and scatters like a million multicolored leaves blowing all around him, spinning, circling, then reforming into the interior of a jeep.
Nina’s face…
… bent over his, Alexander thrust into the seat beside him, Nina’s hand still clutching his hair. “You, sit still!” Then to Montross, “You okay? I thought we’d lost you.”
Montross, taking deep gulps of air, wiped the sweat from under his tangled red hair, turned to Nina and smiled at Alexander.
“Just saw your dad. He’s waiting for us at Xanadu.”
Hiltmeyer let Private Harris drive while he sat in the front passenger seat and reviewed the site. “Remote, no tourist centers, guards or anything. Sounds like the annual visitors are pretty much nil, a bunch of backpackers maybe, but that’s it.”
“So much for their national treasure,” Nina said.
“Just the way the Darkhad wants it,” Montross added. “They couldn’t have been too happy with Kublai Khan’s
