the Aztecs. He came from the sea and wore long clothing embroidered with crosses. When Cortes arrived in the sixteenth century he was mistaken for Quetzalcoatl. The Mayans had a similar teacher, Kukulcan, who came from the sea where the sun rises. The Spanish burned all of the Mayan texts in the seventeenth century, but one bishop recorded a notation that survived. It talked of long-robed visitors who came repeatedly, led by someone called Votan. The Inca had a god-teacher, Vinacocha, who came from the great ocean to their west. They, too, made the same mistake with Pizarro, thinking him the god returned. So, Mr. White House, whoever the hell you are, believe me, you know not of what you speak.'
She'd been right. This man liked to talk.
'In 1936 a German archaeologist found a clay vase, with a copper cylinder that held an iron rod, in a Parthian grave dated from 250 BCE. When fruit juice was poured inside a half-volt current, that lasted for two weeks, was generated. Just enough for electroplating, which we know was done during that time. In 1837 an iron plate was found in the Great Pyramid that had been smelted at over one thousand degrees Celsius. It contained nickel, which is most unusual, and was dated to two thousand years before the Iron Age. When Columbus landed in Costa Rica in 1502, he was received with great respect and taken inland to the grave of an important person, a grave decorated with the prow of a strange ship. The funeral slab depicted men who looked quite similar to Columbus and his men. To that point, no European had ever visited that land.
'China is particularly interesting,' Scofield continued. 'Its great philosopher Lao-tzu talked about Ancient Ones. As did Confucius. Lao called them wise, knowledgeable, powerful, loving, and, most important, human. He wrote of them in the seventh century BCE. His writings survive. Do you want to hear?'
'That's what we came for,' she made clear.
'The Ancient Masters were subtle, mysterious, profound, responsive. The depth of their knowledge is unfathomable. Because it is unfathomable, all we can do is describe their appearance. Watchful, like men crossing a winter stream. Alert, like men aware of danger. Courteous, like visiting guests. Yielding, like ice about to melt. Simple, like uncarved blocks of wood. Interesting words from a long time ago.'
Curious, she had to admit.
'Do you know what changed the world? What altered, forever, the course of human existence?' Scofield did not wait for a response. 'The wheel? Fire?' He shook his head. 'More than those. Writing. That's what did it. When we learned to record our thoughts so that others, centuries later, could know them, that changed the world. Both the Sumerians and the Egyptians left written records of a people who visited and taught them things. People who looked normal and lived and died just like them. That's not me talking. That's his stevetorical fact. Did you know that the Canadian government is, at this very moment, probing an underwater site off the Queen Charlotte Islands for traces of a civilization never known to have existed before? It's a base camp of some sort that was once on the shore of an ancient lake.'
'Where did these visitors come from?' she asked.
'The sea. They sailed with expert precision. Recently ancient marine tools were discovered off Cyprus that date back twelve thousand years, some of the oldest artifacts ever found there. Finding those means that someone was actually sailing the Mediterranean, and occupying Cyprus, two thousand years earlier than anyone ever believed. In Canada seafarers would have been drawn by rich kelp beds. It's logical these people sought out choice spots for food and trade.'
'Like I said,' Davis said. 'A bunch of science fiction.'
'Is it? Did you know that prophecy mixed with god-like benefactors from the sea forms a big part of Native American lore? Mayan records talk of Popul Vuh, a land where light and dark dwelled together. Prehistoric cave and rock drawings in Africa and Egypt show an unidentified people of the sea. The ones in France, dated to ten thousand years ago, show men and women dressed in comfortable clothes, not the furs and bones usually associated with people of that time. A copper mine found in Rhodesia has been dated to forty-seven thousand years ago. The site seemed to have been mined for a specific purpose.'
'Is this Atlantis?' Davis asked.
'There's no such thing,' Scofield said.
'I bet there's a bunch of people in this hotel who'd disagree with you.'
'And they'd be wrong. Atlantis is a fable. It's a recurring theme throughout many cultures, just as the Great Flood is part of the world's religions. It's a romantic notion, but the reality is not so fantastic. Ancient submerged megalithic constructions have been found on shallow seafloors, near coastlines, all over the world. Malta, Egypt, Greece, Lebanon, Spain, India, China, Japan-all have them. They were built before the last ice age and, when the ice melted around 10,000 BCE, sea levels rose and consumed them. These are the real Atlantis, and they prove Occam's razor. No elaborate solutions where simple ones will suffice. All explanations are rational.'
'And the rational one here is?' Davis asked.
'While cavemen were just learning to farm with stone tools and live in crude villages, there existed a people who built seaworthy vessels and charted the globe with precision. They seemed to understand their purpose and tried to teach us things. They came in peace. Never once is there any mention of aggression or hostility. But their messages became lost over time, especially as modern humankind began to consider itself the pinnacle of intellectual achievement.' Scofield cast Davis a stern look. 'Our arrogance will be our downfall.'
'Foolishness,' Davis said, 'can have the same effect.'
Scofield seemed ready for that rebuke. 'All over this planet these ancient people left messages either as artifacts, maps, or manuscripts. These messages are neither clear nor direct, granted, but they are a form of communication, one that says, Yours is not the first civilization, nor the cultures you consider to be your roots the true beginning. Thousands of years ago we knew what you have only recently discovered. We traveled all across your young world, when ice fields blanketed the north and southern seas were still navigable. We left maps of the places we visited. We left knowledge of your world and the cosmos, of mathematics, science, and philosophy. Some of the races we visited retained that knowledge, which has helped you build your world. Remember us.'
Davis did not seem impressed. 'What does this have to do with Operation Highjump and Raymond Dyals?'
'A great deal. But again, that's classified. Believe me, I wish it wasn't. But that I cannot change. I gave my word and I've kept it all these years. Now, since you both think I'm nuts-which, by the way, is my opinion of you-I'm leaving.'
Scofield stood. But before he walked away, he hesitated.
'One thought you might consider. A exhaustive study was done a decade ago at Cambridge University, by a team of world-renowned scholars. Their conclusion? Less than ten percent of the records from antiquity have survived till now. Ninety percent of ancient knowledge is gone. So how do we know if anything is truly nonsense?'
SIXTY-ONE
1:10 PM
RAMSEY STROLLED THE CAPITOL MALL, HEADED FOR THE SPOT where, yesterday, he'd met Senator Aatos Kane's aide. The same young man stood in the same wool overcoat, shuffling his feet from the cold. Today Ramsey had made him wait forty-five minutes.
'Okay, Admiral. I get the point. You win,' the aide said as he approached. 'Make me sweat it out.'
He knotted his brow in dismay. 'It's not a contest.'
'Right. I jammed it up your ass last time, you stuck it up my boss' ass afterward, now we're all kissin' cousins. It is a game, Admiral, and you won.'
He removed a small plastic device, the size of a television remote control, and switched it on. 'Forgive me.'
The unit quickly confirmed that no listening devices were present. Hovey was on the far side of the Mall
