Trojan Odyssey

'Please sit down, Mr. Pitt,' ordered the woman seated at the head of the table, who was attired in a gold gown. When she spoke, her voice was quiet and musical, but touched with arrogance.

Dirk sensed a movement behind him. The guard had withdrawn from the room and closed the door. For a brief instant, he thought that even though the women outnumbered him, he could do enough damage to incapacitate them and make a run for it with Summer, but he could see that she was so heavily sedated that she couldn't run anywhere. He slowly pulled out a chair at the opposite end of the table and sat down. 'Can I inquire as to your intentions regarding my sister and me?'

'You may,' said the woman obviously in charge. Then she ignored him and turned to the woman on her right. 'You searched their boat?'

'Yes, Epona. We found dive gear and underwater detection equipment.'

'I apologize for any intrusion,' said Dirk, 'but we thought the island was deserted.'

Epona stared at him, her eyes hard and cold. 'We have ways of dealing with trespassers.'

'We were on an archaeological expedition to find ancient shipwrecks. Nothing more.'

She glanced at Summer, then back to Dirk. 'We know what you were searching for. Your sister was most cooperative in providing us with a full report.'

'After you drugged her,' said Dirk, maddened within an inch of coming across the table after the woman.

It was as if she read his mind. 'Do not think of resisting, Mr. Pitt. My guards will respond in an instant.'

Dirk forced himself to relax and act indifferent. 'So what did Summer tell you?'

'That you and she work for the National Underwater and Marine Agency and that you were here looking for Odysseus' lost fleet that Homer described as being sunk by the Laestrygonians.'

'You have read Homer.'

'I live and breathe Homer the Celt, not Homer the Greek.'

'Then you know the true story of Troy and of Odysseus' voyage across the ocean.'

'The reason my sisters and I are here. Ten years ago, through long years of research, we concluded that it was the Celts and not the Greeks who fought the Trojans, and not for the love of Helen but the tin deposits in Cornwall to make bronze. Like you, we retraced Odysseus' wake across the Atlantic. You might be interested in learning that his fleet was not destroyed by huge rocks thrown by the Laestrygonians, but was destroyed by a hurricane.'

'And the treasure from his lost fleet?'

'Salvaged eight years ago and used to build our Odyssey financial empire.'

Dirk sat quite still, but his hands were trembling out of sight under the table. A warning light blinked on inside his head. These women might allow Summer to live, but he doubted they would let him see another sunrise. 'May I ask what the treasure consisted of?'

Epona shrugged. 'I see no reason to conceal the results. There is no mystery to our achievement. Our salvage teams recovered over two tons of golden objects, plates, sculptures and other decorative Celtic objects. They were masters of intricate metalworking. These, along with thousands of other ancient artifacts, we sold on the open market around the world, netting just over seven hundred million dollars.'

'Wasn't that risky?' asked Dirk. 'The French, who own Guadeloupe, the Greeks and the nations of Europe that were once ruled by the Celts, didn't they step in and demand ownership of the treasures?'

'The secret was well-kept. All the buyers of the artifacts wished to remain anonymous and all the transactions were discreetly completed, including the gold, which was placed in depositories in China.'

'You mean the People's Republic of China, of course.'

'Of course.'

'What about the salvage operators and their divers? They would have expected a share of the spoils, and keeping them quiet would not have been easy.'

'They received nothing,' said Epona, with a sardonic inflection, 'and the secret died with them.'

The innuendo was not lost on Dirk. 'You murdered them?' He said it as if it was a fact rather than an assumption.

'Let's simply say, they joined Odysseus' crews who were lost,' she hesitated and then smiled enigmatically. 'Nobody who ever came to this island lived to tell of it. Even tourists who anchored their boat in the harbor or simple fishermen who became too curious. They could not tell what they have seen.'

'So far I haven't seen anything worth dying for.'

'And you won't.'

Dirk felt a moment of uneasiness. 'Why the fiendishness? Why murder innocent people? Where are you sociopaths coming from, and what do you hope to accomplish?'

There was just the slightest edge of anger in Epona's voice. 'You are quite correct, Mr. Pitt. My sisters and I are all sociopaths. We conduct our lives and our fortunes without emotion. That is why we have come so far and accomplished so much in such a few short years. If left to their own devices, sociopaths could rule the world. They are not possessed by morality, nor influenced or hindered by ethics. Complete absence of sentiment makes it easier to achieve their goals. Sociopaths enjoy the highest level of genius and nothing else matters. Yes, Mr. Pitt, I am a sociopath and so is our sisterhood of goddesses.'

'The sisterhood of goddesses,' Dirk repeated very slowly, accenting each word. 'So you have elevated yourselves to deities. Being mortal isn't good enough for you.'

'The great leaders of the past were all sociopaths and a few came very close to ruling the world.'

'Like Hitler, Stalin, Attila the Hun and Napoleon. The mental institutions are overflowing with inmates who have dreams of grandeur.'

'They all failed because they overestimated their power. We do not intend to make that mistake.'

Dirk looked around the table at the beautiful women. It did not go unnoticed that his sister's red hair matched theirs as well. 'Despite the fact you have the same hair color, you can't all be blood siblings.'

'No, we are not actually related.'

'When you say we, who do you include?'

'The women of the sisterhood. We, Mr. Pitt, are of the Druid religion. We follow the long-lost teachings of the Celtic Druids handed down through the centuries.'

'The ancient Druids were more myth than fact.'

Irritation flickered at the corners of Epona's lips. 'They have existed for five thousand years.'

'They're only the stuff of which legends are made. No records of their religion and rituals existed until one hundred years before Christ.'

'No written records, but their knowledge and spheres of power were handed down by word of mouth through hundreds of generations. The Druids originated in the ancient Celtic tribes. Circled around the campfires at night, they offered their people dreams of happiness amid the day-to-day toil to stay alive. They conceived their mysticism, philosophy and perception. They became gifted at creating a religion that inspired and enlightened the Celtic world. They acted as doctors, magicians, seers, mystics, advisors and, perhaps most important, they became teachers who aroused a desire for learning. Because of them, a higher intelligence began to spread throughout the Western world. To become a Druid, young men and women studied up to twenty years until they became walking encyclopedias. Diogenes the Greek said the Druids were the world's wisest philosophers. Many Druids were women who became goddesses and were worshiped throughout Celtic culture.'

Dirk shrugged. 'Druidism was a pathetic illusion. It was also evil. They held human sacrifice then, and today you conduct murder and go about your business as if the people you killed never existed. Druidism died centuries ago and you won't accept it.'

'Like most men, you have stone for a brain. Druidism, though ancient in concept, is as relevant and alive today as it was five thousand years ago. What you don't realize, Mr. Pitt, is that we are experiencing a Renaissance. Because Druidism has a timeless wisdom and is spiritual and charismatic, it has been reborn around the world.'

'Does it still include human sacrifice?'

'If the ritual calls for it.'

Dirk was repulsed by the thought that these women could actually believe in and take part in religious sacrifice as an excuse for murder. He began to see that if he couldn't take Summer and flee the island, the same fate was likely in store for them. He stared at the polished surface of the table, composing himself, and noted