‘He was a great leader as well but not on the scale of his son.’
‘So what is the link here?'
‘Don’t know,’ said India, ‘Though I am almost certain the necklace is fake.’
‘Why do you say that?’
‘Well, from what I can recall the reverse should have some sort of Macedonian God or date or similar. The one stolen from the library had neither.’
‘What did it have?’
‘That’s just it, I have seen it before but can’t recall where. What we need is the necklace so we can compare it to the records.’
‘Unfortunately,’ he said, ‘That is not possible. The thief has long gone so that avenue is closed. Would there be any in the museums?’
‘I doubt it,’ she answered, ‘There would be coins of Phillip but I would bet they are Macedonian coins with normal Macedonian images. There wouldn’t be anything like this.’
‘How do you know?’
‘Because it is a modern coin, minted no more than a few hundred years ago, Sixteenth Century is my best guess.’
‘And you’re sure about this?’
‘When you have seen as many coins as I have and spent half your life dating them you tend to get a hunch about these things.’
‘Okay, assuming your right, what else can you tell me?’
‘That’s about it,’ she said, ‘Without the actual necklace to analyse there is nothing else. Oh.’ She said suddenly, her mind racing. ‘Hang on, it’s bloody obvious.’
‘What is?’
‘Why didn’t I think of it before?’ she crossed the room to his laptop and switched it on.
‘You online here?’
‘Yes why?’
‘What’s your password?’
‘Manchester United, one word!’
She gave him a derisive look and logged on.
‘You think you can find a picture on the internet?’
‘No, don’t have to. I know where I can find the image of the exact necklace.’
‘Where?’
‘Hammersmith Numismatic Society,’ she said, ‘My
‘You already had a picture all along,’ she said in astonishment.
‘Sorry India,’ he said, ‘I had to make sure you were straight.’
‘What do you mean?'
‘I had to make sure you are not in on this, whatever this is.’
‘You bastard,’ she said.
‘Had to be done,’ he answered, ‘Easiest way was to see if you was holding back any relevant information.’
‘Well,’ she said eventually, ‘Do I pass?’
‘You do.’
She snatched the picture from his hands and returned to the coffee table.
In that case,’ she said, ‘Get me a magnifying glass,’ and after a moment’s pause added, ‘And another cup of tea.’
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‘First of all,’ she said poring over the picture, ‘The front of the coin is exactly as I thought; the face is definitely Phillip the Second of Macedonia and dates after 354BC.’
‘How can you tell?’
‘His face is very distinctive,’ she said ‘It looks like most images of him that are recorded at the time. The long straight nose is a family trait and the laurel wreath sitting around his head is typical of his image. In itself this is not enough but most coins of the time depict their king’s facing right, this one faces left.’
‘And?’
‘In 354 BC Phillip attacked Methone in the Aegean sea. During the battle an arrow smashed into his face and he suffered a lot of damage, including the loss of his right eye. Since that date any coinage depicted the left side of his face. His good side, so to speak.’
‘What about the script?’ he asked and spelt out the letters surrounding the head, ‘M…Y…R…T…A…L…E’
‘That is quite strange,’ she said, ‘As the coin postdates the battle, the name is out of sync.’
‘Why who is it?’
‘It is the name of his wife,’ she said ‘But it is all wrong. When he married her in 357 BC her name was indeed Myrtale but when Phillip’s horse won in the Olympic games a year later, she changed her name to Olympias in honour of the victory.’
‘Perhaps she still used it or he preferred it,’ said Brandon.
‘I wouldn’t have thought so, going back to an old name was seen as unlucky, and anyway, Alexander was born in the same year and it would have been an insult to him. No, this is one of the reasons I think this is a fake, the coin was minted by a different culture who perhaps got their names or dates wrong.’
‘Okay,’ said Phillip, ’What about the other side?’
She didn’t bother using the magnifying glass for this one, just picked up the sheet.
‘This is something altogether different,’ she said ‘And is wrong, wrong, wrong.’
‘How?’
‘Wrong country, wrong period, wrong culture.’
He looked at the picture on the coin. To him it looked like a crude attempt at a matchstick man, the type often drawn by young children in their first attempts at drawing. A large round head sat on two vertical thick lines depicting the body and legs, whilst the arms were held tight against the sides.
‘Go on.’
‘Where do I start?’ she asked, ‘This image is a symbol recognised by many different cultures across the world. It refers to an ideology shared by thousands of religions from Christianity to Catholicism and ranges from the dawn of time right up to modern day. It is Pagan in origin and represents the universe itself or more recently, an actual person or should I say, Deity.’
‘Who is it?’ he asked, ‘Do I know him?’
‘Not him, her. The image is called the Tyet’ she explained, ‘The original meaning is unknown though it probably undertook different variances throughout time. In particular it is associated with one of the greatest female deities of all time. Her name was Aset, and she lived about nine thousand years ago in the area now known as the Black Sea.’
‘I’ve never heard of her,’ he said.
‘I expect you have,’ she answered ‘But the more recent incarnation. You see, this design, the Tyet is also known as the Blood of Isis.
‘Isis, wasn’t she an Egyptian queen?’
‘Not quite, more a Goddess though she was based on a real person.’
‘And is there a link between Phillip and Isis?’
‘Not at all, there is almost a seven thousand year gap between them.’
‘Anything else?’
‘Nope, except, as I said, this coin seems to be no more than a few hundred years old. That would explain the mistakes but why anyone in the middle ages wanted to represent these ancient characters is beyond me. Actually, come to think of it, most of what we know now only came to light in the last hundred years or so. People in the middle ages would have known virtually nothing about ancient history.’
