Walsingham went to him, obsequiously kissed his bony hand and asked, ‘Is that it?’
The man handed him the box and said, ‘It is.’
Walsingham placed it carefully on his desk, pointed toward Marlowe and said, ‘This is the man I wanted you to meet. Christopher Marlowe, I give you Doctor John Dee.’
The bearded man seemed to glide to him. ‘The young playwright and poet. I am most pleased to know you, sir.’
Marlowe felt the excitement of the occasion wash over him. The great Lemures astrologer! The Queen’s astrologer! ‘No, sir,’ he said, bowing deeply. ‘It is I who am humbled and immeasurably favored to meet you.’
Walsingham filled a glass for Dee while Poley remained mutely by the fire, uninvited into the circle.
‘So, your new play opened this afternoon, I hear,’ Dee said.
‘Indeed it did,’ Marlowe said.
‘And how was it received?’ Walsingham asked.
‘The audience seemed to take to it,’ Marlowe said modestly.
‘Perhaps we should assume disguises and see it for ourselves,’ Cecil said to his host.
‘I do not frequent plays unless the Queen insists,’ Walsingham said. ‘Perhaps, Master Marlowe, you’d be so good as to inform Doctor Dee how this new production serves our larger purposes.’
Marlowe nodded. ‘Certainly: nothing is more important than our mission and my small play is merely meant to sow sweet seeds of confusion and hatred.’
‘How so?’ Dee asked.
‘Well, for one, it is about good and evil and I am happy to report that evil, in the form of Lucifer, soundly trounces good. Damnation well and truly trumps salvation, which will, no doubt, foment a sense of dismay and bewilderment among the masses.’
‘Good,’ Dee said. ‘Very good.’
‘And I have aimed to cloud their minds with respect to the central precept of Protestant doctrine – absolute predestination. I need not remind you that, according to Calvin, God alone elects which men will be saved and which will be damned. Man has no control of his ultimate faith. The Papists, of course, see this as complete heresy and if any of their numbers see the play they will be sorely troubled. Protestants in the audience will see the hideous fate of my hero Faustus, who rejects God but later is utterly unable to repent, as a worthy tribute to Calvinism. But some, I suspect, will secretly despair at its sharp message and wallow in their certain torment over the fact that repentance is pointless and their fates are sealed. If that is the case, they will think, then why not continue to sin?’
‘Why indeed not?’ Cecil piped up.
‘While we despise the Catholics with all our might, I am happy enough to poke sticks at Protestants too. Faustus says this in a speech,’ Marlowe said, ‘The reward of sin is death. That’s hard. If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Aye, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this? Che sera, sera. What will be, shall be.’
Walsingham said approvingly, ‘I can see how this will torture their fragile minds.’
‘And, as an homage to our traditions,’ Marlowe said, ‘Faustus summons the Devil from within a magic circle containing the star signs of the great Balbilus.’
Dee pounded the arm of his chair. ‘This! This pleases me greatly! Balbilus is my hero. Lost as he is to the memory of ordinary men, he is locked forever in
‘I was waiting for you to put it to him,’ Cecil answered.
‘I will,’ Dee said. ‘Marlowe, have you ever heard of the Irish saint Malachy?’
‘I have not,’ Marlowe replied.
‘More’s the pity,’ Dee said. ‘He was the twelfth-century bishop of Armagh – well-traveled on the Continent, a confidant of Bernard of Clairvaux and Pope Innocent II. And he was a secret Lemures, a great one, an astrologer who ably carried the torch of his art. While visiting Pope Innocent in Rome, he witnessed, it is said, a particularly propitious eclipse of the moon and from his observation an important prophecy concerning the papacy emerged. He foresaw a finite number of future popes, numbering 112 – no more, no less. And he further foresaw an identifying feature of each of the popes. So, for the last pope, Sixtus V, Malachy foresaw and did write of him, ‘the axle in the midst of a sign’. Sixtus had a coat of arms which bore an axle in the middle of a lion. For the present pope, Urbanus VII, Malachy wrote, ‘from the dew of the sky’. Urbanus was Archbishop of Rossano in Calabria, where sap called ‘the dew of heaven’ is gathered from trees. You see?’
Marlowe nodded in fascination. ‘And when the number 112 is reached?’ he asked.
‘The prophecy is apocalyptic,’ Dee said evenly. ‘The Church will be no more, and I venture to say that a new order will ensue. Out of the chaos the Lemures will triumph.’
Marlowe narrowed his eyes. ‘What will happen?’
‘Alas, we shall not be there to see for ourselves. Have you read my
‘I have labored at it. At college. It is a most challenging text,’ Marlowe admitted.
‘Well, our friend Walsingham, the code-master, will well appreciate it when I tell you that the work has one meaning, challenging as it may seem for the ordinary reader, but another altogether hidden message for our brethren. Do you recall my illustration of the Monad?’
‘I do, sir.’
‘My own prophecy is that the world will end at a time when both the moon and sun are in the House of Aries. Aries is a fire sign. The world will surely be consumed by fire. The Monad carries this meaning. Would that it might become our symbol!’
‘It can,’ Cecil said, raising his glass. ‘It shall.’
‘I cannot say whether my vision of the apocalypse will coincide with the prophecy of Malachy. No one can. But the possibility cannot be denied.’
‘Why is it that I have never seen Malachy’s prophecy?’ Marlowe asked.
‘This is the reason I am here,’ Dee said. ‘You will have a vital part to play in setting the next stage of our plan in motion. I cannot stress too strongly the importance of our collaboration in the achievement of the ultimate destiny of the Lemures. Malachy’s text has been passed from astrologer to astrologer and has stayed among us as a sacred document. We believe the time has come to make it more widely known.’
‘Indeed,’ Cecil muttered.
‘These are difficult times,’ Dee said. ‘In England we are well served by the Protestant zeal of the Queen. Here we have done well and we are safely established. But on the Continent things are not so favorable. The Pope is inflamed by the death of Queen Mary. He and his closest Cardinals are convinced there was a Lemures hand in the affair.’
Walsingham laughed. ‘They are despicable but they are not stupid.’
‘Quite so,’ Dee said. ‘They have captured a number of our agents in Italy, Spain and France and have tortured them most grievously. I am told that they have kept their tails as trophies to gloat over. We have become dispirited and this will not stand. Our brethren need inspiration and encouragement to maintain their fighting spirit. According to the prophecy, there are only thirty-eight popes left. While this may span some considerable time – indeed, centuries – it would be well if Malachy became a rallying flag for all Lemures to carry in their hearts. I have always said that he who foresees the future will control the future. The Lemures can and should prosper greatly in the period to come and I fervently believe that when the last grain of sand trickles through the hourglass of history and the last pope has come and gone, the world and all its riches will be within our hands.’
‘And there is more,’ Cecil said. ‘Tell him of our plot concerning the next Pope.’
Dee nodded enthusiastically. ‘We would like to realize something we have never achieved before: a Lemures pope. Imagine our power if we commanded the Papacy and, through out own influence at the English court, simultaneously controlled the Protestant Queen? With the help of Malachy we would like to assist our man, Cardinal Girolamo Simoncelli, to attain the prize. Malachy identifies the next pope as ‘
‘Tell me what I can do,’ Marlowe said, feeding off the fiery excitement in the old man’s eyes.
‘Walsingham, give him the box.’
