possessed. When he first learned of Rennes-le-Chateau years ago, he immediately believed the Templar's Great Devise was what Sauniere had located. So he devoted his life to solving the Rennes puzzle.'
Stephanie was still not convinced. 'What makes you think the Templars secreted anything away? Weren't they arrested quickly? How was there time to hide anything?'
'They were prepared,' Mark said. 'The Chronicles make that clear. What Philip IV did wasn't without precedent. A hundred years earlier there was an incident with Frederick II, the king of Germany and Sicily. In 1228 he arrived in the Holy Land as an excommunicate, which meant he could not command a crusade. The Templars and Hospitallers stayed loyal to the pope and refused to follow him. Only his German Teutonic knights stood by his side. Ultimately, he negotiated a peace treaty with the Saracens that created a divided Jerusalem. The Temple Mount, which was where the Templars were headquartered, was given by that treaty to the Muslims. So you can imagine what the Templars thought of him. He was as amoral as Nero and universally hated. He even tried to kidnap the Order's master. Finally he left the Holy Land in 1229, and as he made his way to the port at Acre, the locals threw excrement on him. He hated the Templars for their disloyalty, and when he returned to Sicily, he seized Templar property and made arrests. All of which was recorded in the Chronicles.'
'So the Order was ready?' Thorvaldsen asked.
'The Order had already seen, firsthand, what a hostile ruler could do to it. Philip IV was similar. As a young man he'd applied for Templar membership and had been refused, so he harbored a lifelong resentment toward the brotherhood. Early in his reign, the Templars actually saved Philip when he tried to devalue the French currency and the people revolted. He fled to the Paris Temple for refuge. Afterward, he felt beholden to the Templars. And monarchs never want to owe anyone. So, yes, by October 1307 the Order was ready. Unfortunately, nothing is recorded that tells us the details of what was done.' Mark's gaze bored into Stephanie. 'Dad gave his life to try to solve that mystery.'
'He did love looking, didn't he?' Thorvaldsen said.
Though answering the Dane, Mark continued to face her. 'It was one of the few things that actually brought him joy. He wanted to please his wife and himself and, unfortunately, he could do neither. So he opted out. Decided to leave us all.'
'I never wanted to believe he killed himself,' she said to her son.
'But we'll never know, will we?'
'Perhaps you may,' Geoffrey said. And for the first time the young man lifted his gaze from the table. 'The master said you might learn the truth of his death.'
'What do you know?' she asked.
'I know only what the master told me.'
'What did he tell you about my father?' Anger gripped Mark's face. Stephanie could never recall seeing him vent that emotion on anyone but her.
'That will have to be learned, by you. I don't know.' The voice was strange, hollow, and conciliatory. 'The master told me to be tolerant of your emotion. He made clear you're my senior, and I should offer you nothing but respect.'
'But you seem to be the only one with answers,' Stephanie said.
'No, madame. I know but markers. The answers, the master said, must come from all of you.'
FORTY-EIGHT
MALONE FOLLOWED CASSIOPEIA INTO A LOFTY CHAMBER WITH A raftered ceiling and paneled walls hung with tapestries that depicted cuirasses, swords, lances, casques, and shields. A black marble fireplace dominated the long room, which was lit by a glittering chandelier. The others joined them from the dining room and he noticed serious expressions on all of their faces. A mahogany table sat beneath a set of mullioned windows, across which were spread books, papers, and photographs.
'Time we see if there are any conclusions we can reach,' Cassiopeia said. 'On the table is everything I have on this subject.'
Malone told the others about Lars's notebook and how some of the information contained within it was false.
'Does that include what he said about himself?' Stephanie asked. 'This young man here-' She pointed at Geoffrey. '-sent me pages from the journal-pages his master cut out. They talked about me.'
'Only you know if what he said was true or more misdirection,' Cassiopeia said.
'She's right,' Thorvaldsen said. 'The notebook is, by and large, not genuine. Lars created it as Templar bait.'
'Another point you conveniently failed to mention back in Copenhagen.' Stephanie's tone signaled she was once again annoyed.
Thorvaldsen was undaunted. 'The important thing was that de Roquefort thought the journal genuine.'
Stephanie's back straightened. 'You son of a bitch, we could have been killed trying to get it back.'
'But you weren't. Cassiopeia kept an eye on you both.'
'And that makes what you did right?'
'Stephanie, you've never withheld information from one of your agents?' Thorvaldsen asked.
She held her tongue.
'He's right,' Malone said.
She whirled and faced him.
'How many times did you tell me only part of the story?' 'And how many times did I complain later that it could have gotten me killed? And what did you say? Get used to it. Same here, Stephanie. I don't like it any better than you do, but I got used to it.'
'Why don't we stop arguing and see if we can come to some consensus as to what Sauniere may have found,' Cassiopeia said.
'And where would you suggest we start?' Mark asked.
'I'd say Marie d'Hautpoul de Blanchefort's gravestone would be an excellent spot, since we have Stublein's book that Henrik purchased at the auction.' She motioned to the table. 'Opened to the drawing.'
They all stepped close and gazed at the sketch.
'Claridon explained about this in Avignon,' Malone said, and he told them about the wrong date of death – 1681 as opposed to 1781 – the Roman numerals -MDCOLXXXI – containing a zero, and the remaining set of Roman numerals -LIXLIXL – etched into the lower right corner.
Mark grabbed a pencil off the table and wrote 1681 and 59, 59, 50 on a pad. 'That's the conversion of those numbers. I'm ignoring the zero in the 1681. Claridon's right, no zero in Roman numerals.'
Malone pointed at the Greek letters on the left stone. 'Claridon said they were Latin words written in the Greek alphabet. He converted the lettering and came up with Et in arcadia ego. And in Arcadia I. He thought it might be an anagram, since the phrase makes little sense.'
Mark studied the words with intensity, then asked Geoffrey for the rucksack, from which he removed a tightly folded towel. He gently unwrapped the bundle and revealed a small codex. Its leafs were folded, then sewn together and bound-vellum, if Malone wasn't mistaken. He'd never seen one he could actually touch.
'This came from the Templar archives. I found it a few years ago, right after I became seneschal. It was written in 1542 by one of the abbey's scribes. It's an excellent reproduction of a fourteenth-century manuscript and recounts how the Templars re-formed after the Purge. It also deals with the time from December 1306 until May 1307, when Jacques de Molay was in France and little is known of his whereabouts.'
Mark gently opened the ancient volume and carefully paged through until he found what he was looking for. Malone saw the Latin script was a series of loops and fioriture, the letters joined together from the pen not being lifted from the page.
'Listen to this.'
Our master, the most reverend and devoted Jacques de Molay, received the pope's envoy on 6 June 1306 with the pomp and courtesy reserved for those of high rank. The message stated that His Holiness Pope Clement V hath summoned Master de Molay to France. Our master intended to comply with that order, making all preparations, but
