“Cassiopeia shares his illness.”
Had he heard right?
“A blood transfusion, ten years ago. She takes the symptomatic drugs and manages her disease, as well.”
He was shocked, but a lot of her comments now made sense. “How’s that possible? She’s so active. Strong.”
“Take the drugs every day and you can be, provided the virus cooperates.”
He stared at Stephanie. “You knew?”
“Edwin told me before we came out here. Henrik told him. He and Henrik have been waiting for us to arrive. That’s why Michener took me aside.”
“So what were me and Cassiopeia? Expendables? With deniability?” he asked Davis.
“Something like that. We had no idea what Zovastina would do.”
“You sorry son of a bitch.” He moved toward Davis.
“Cotton,” Thorvaldsen said, “I approved it. Be mad at me.”
He stopped and stared at his friend. “What gave you that right?”
“When you and Cassiopeia left Copenhagen, President Daniels called. He told me what happened to Stephanie in Amsterdam and asked what we knew. I told him. He suggested I could be useful here.”
“Along with me? That why you lied to me about Stephanie being in trouble?”
Thorvaldsen cast a glance toward Davis. “Actually, I’m a bit perturbed about that, too. I only told you what they told me. It seems the president wanted all of us involved.”
He looked at Davis. “I don’t like the way you do business.”
“Fair enough. But I have to do what I have to do.”
“Cotton,” Thorvaldsen said, “there was little time to think this through. I was improvising as it happened.”
“You think?”
“But I didn’t believe Zovastina would do anything foolish here in the basilica. She couldn’t. And she’d be caught totally off guard. That’s why I agreed to challenge her. Of course, Cassiopeia was another matter. She killed two people.”
“And one more on Torcello.” He cautioned himself to stay focused. “What is all this about?”
“One part,” Stephanie said, “is to stop Zovastina. She’s planning a dirty war and has the resources to make it a costly one.”
“She contacted the Church and they tipped us off,” Davis said. “That’s why we’re here.”
“You could have told us all that,” he said to Davis.
“No, Mr. Malone, we couldn’t. I’ve read your service record. You were a superb agent. A long list of successful missions and commendations. You don’t strike me as naive. You, of all people, should understand how the game is played.”
“That’s just it,” he said. “I don’t play anymore.”
He paced about and allowed himself a moment to calm down. Then he approached the wooden box lying open on the floor. “Zovastina risked everything just to look at these bones?”
“That’s the other part to all of this,” Thorvaldsen said. “The more complicated portion. You read some of the manuscript pages Ely found about Alexander the Great and his draught. Ely came to believe, perhaps foolishly, that from the symptoms described, the draught might have some effect on viral pathogens.”
“Like HIV?” he asked.
Thorvaldsen nodded. “We know there are substances found in nature-tree bark, leafy plants, roots-that can combat bacteria and viruses, maybe even some cancers. He was hoping this might be one of those.”
His mind recalled the manuscript.
Something occurred to him. He said to Stephanie, “You have one of the medallions, don’t you?”
Stephanie handed him the coin. “From Amsterdam. We recovered it after Zovastina’s men tried to take it. We’re told it’s authentic.”
He held the decadrachm high in the light.
“Concealed within the warrior are tiny letters. ZH,” Stephanie said. “Old Greek for life.”
More of the History of Hieronymus of Cardia.
Now he knew. “The coins and the riddle go together.”
“No question,” Thorvaldsen answered. “But how?”
He wasn’t ready to explain. “None of you ever answered me. Why did you just let them leave here?”
“Cassiopeia clearly wanted to go,” Thorvaldsen said. “Between her and me, we dangled enough information about Ely to intrigue Zovastina.”
“Is that why you called her outside on the phone?”
Thorvaldsen nodded. “She needed information. I had no idea what she would do. You have to understand, Cotton, Cassiopeia wants to know what happened to Ely and the answers are in Asia.”
That obsession bothered Malone. Why? He wasn’t sure. But it clearly did. As did her pain. And her illness. Too much to keep track of. Too many emotions for a man who worked hard at ignoring them. “What is she going to do when she gets to the Federation?”
Thorvaldsen shrugged. “I have no idea. Zovastina knows that I’m wise to her overall plan. I made that clear. She knows Cassiopeia is associated with me. She’ll use the opportunity we gave her to try and learn from Cassiopeia what she can-”
“Before she kills her.”
“Cotton,” Stephanie said, “that’s a chance Cassiopeia freely accepted. No one told her to go.”
More of his melancholy arose. “No. We just let her go. Is that priest involved?”
“He has a job to do,” Davis said. “That’s why he volunteered.”
“But there’s more,” Thorvaldsen said. “What Ely found, Ptolemy’s riddle, it’s real. And we now have all the pieces to discover its solution.”
He pointed to the box. “There’s nothing there. It’s a dead end.”
Thorvaldsen shook his head. “Not true. Those bones lay beneath us, in the crypt, for centuries, before they were moved up here.” Thorvaldsen motioned toward the open sarcophagus. “When they were first removed, in 1835, something else was found with them. Only a few know.” Thorvaldsen pointed toward the darkened south transept. “It’s in the treasury and has been for a long time.”
“And you needed Zovastina gone before taking a look?”
“Something like that.” The Dane held up a key. “Our ticket to see.”
“You realize Cassiopeia may have bitten off more than she can ever chew.”
Thorvaldsen nodded heavily. “Fully.”
He had to think, so he gazed toward the south transept and asked, “Do you know what to do with whatever is in there?”
Thorvaldsen shook his head. “Not me. But we have someone who might.”
He was puzzled.
“Henrik believes,” Stephanie said, “and Edwin seems to agree-”
“It’s Ely,” Thorvaldsen said. “We think he’s still alive.”
PART FOUR
