Outremer III: In The Beginning

By D. N. Carter

For Alisha and Paul, their lives settle into a new routine of normality... but the world around them is changing rapidly and that calm routine is violently interrupted. Whilst Paul strives to learn as much as he can about the mysteries in Egypt, new people enter their lives that have direct, immediate and profound affects upon them and the direction they will follow. As confusion grows about their own beliefs so does whom they can trust. As mysteries from the past stretch out calling them, they have to make decisions that not only affect their lives, but the lives of countless thousands both then and now. The decisions they made helped shape the course of history. Confronted by impossible choices and in making those decisions, they experience at first hand the painful realities and repercussions that threaten to destroy them completely as personal tragedies rip through their lives as a direct consequence. As friends become foes, and foes become friends, nothing will ever be the same again as explosive revelations about mankind's true past and the Church are divulged that once learned can never be unlearned or forgotten... for truth once whispered, is still truth which only grows louder no matter how hard evil forces try to control and suppress it with fear, hate and war; forces Paul will have to confront head on in order to protect and safeguard a greater secret and legacy destined for all of us in or time.   

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clink Street Publishing
• Release date: Apr 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781912562480

D. N. Carter

After strange and vivid experiences whilst living in Cyprus as a child, author D N Carter has been fascinated by the history, myths and legends of the Middle Ages and mankind’s past. As he got older travels to Pyramids of Giza in Egypt, the Languedoc region of France and the deserts of Arabia fuelled his enthusiasm. While not decoding maps and mathematical codes D N Carter enjoys adventure sports from parachuting to microlight flying. Today he divides his time between East Anglia in the UK and the south of France with his family.

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PART IX

Chapter 49

Cairo. The Path is Followed Again

Alexandria, Egypt, late April 1180

Paul lay awake looking at Alisha. He could see her smiling at him in the dim light of the bedroom. After their bout of training with Tenno and subsequent late night with their guests, both felt tired but could not sleep. They both looked towards the door as they heard Theodoric and Sister Lucy laugh out loud briefly then snigger in the opposite room.

At their age…, Paul whispered, joking, and put his arm around Alisha.

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I think it is wonderful they still feel so much love for each other. I hope we are the same when we get to their age, Alisha whispered then moved her hand to unbutton her night shirt.

Are you hot? Paul asked quietly.

I am…but, but I am wanting you…I wish to show you my love, Alisha replied and smiled as she placed her hand near to his groin. Paul instinctively pulled away a little as her hand reached his groin gently rubbing her hand against him. Do you not want me? she asked softly and moved her hand away.

Ali, it has been some while. Are you sure, I mean, can we? Paul blurted out and pulled her close. His eyes immediately looked upon her cleavage as her night shirt pulled apart slightly.

More than anything. I knew today as we trained that I was again ready…and I wanted you right there and then, she replied and leaned into him and kissed him, her hand moving back down to his groin. She broke the kiss and looked at him. Did not take much for you to respond did it? she laughed quietly as Paul became aroused.

Ali, what if you fall with child again?

I have been taking that silphium…and if I fall, then so be it, but I need to feel you…be a part of me as one.

But I have not bathed properly.

Nor have I…, she laughed as Paul rolled her onto her back and lay beside her looking down at her intently.

Quickly Paul sat up and pulled his night shirt over his head and flung it across the room, which made Alisha laugh. She started to unbutton her top until it hung loose completely open revealing her milky white stomach and breasts in stark contrast to the dark blue night shirt. Paul gently grabbed the waist band of her bed chausses, untied the fastening at the front and then pulled them down. She raised her legs so he could remove them completely and he threw them across the room, which made Alisha laugh again. She covered her mouth trying to quieten herself. Gently Paul moved himself between her knees and pushed them apart as he lowered himself between her thighs. Alisha raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist pulling him closer. He held himself up upon his elbows as he looked down at her as she lowered her legs so her feet were pressed against his upper thighs and pulled him even closer.

I do not think this will last long, Paul whispered and laughed.

Then we shall have to repeat it and practise more, Alisha smiled back and put her arms up and pulled him nearer. As Paul lowered himself further, he looked at her firm breasts and gently started to kiss between them and began to kiss toward her nipple. Alisha put her hands on his face and raised his head so he looked at her again. My dear, if you kiss me there, be warned, you may get some of what Arri gets, she laughed. Paul started to laugh as Alisha then moved her hips upwards toward him, instantly meeting Paul. Just go gently this first time for I do not know how it will feel… but I am so unbelievably ready and wanting you, she said softly.

Paul kissed her on the lips, her gentle response sending a surge of feeling through him as he tasted the sweetness of her kiss. He lowered his hand and delicately felt between Alisha’s thighs. He was already beginning to sweat from holding himself up on just his left arm. Alisha used her legs to pull him closer and he felt the soft wet warmth of her meet him.

My beautiful Ali, you are most certainly ready…wetter than I have ever felt you, Paul remarked.

Probably wet myself then, she joked back and laughed.

That, my woman, is why I love you…for I truly feel as one with you, Paul replied and very gently guided himself slowly toward her. He shuddered with joy as his senses exploded as Alisha opened up for him completely and he slowly penetrated her, her warmth slowly enveloping him as if for the first time. It felt more intense than when he had first made love to her. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion and as if he would cry. He closed his eyes and stopped moving as Alisha tried to pull him closer and deeper inside her. He froze almost, shocked at the massive amount of emotion that was welling up inside of him.

Paul…what is it, what is wrong? Alisha asked softly wondering why he had stopped and closed his eyes. He opened them slowly and looked down at her as he took his weight upon both arms. He went to speak but words failed him. A single tear fell from his face and splashed upon her cheek. She gently wiped it then cupped his face with her hands. Oh my dear dear man what is it? she asked as Paul held his position and looked at her.

Does it hurt or feel different after having Arri? he finally asked.

More sensitive…in a nice way, but no, Abi did a good job after the birth, she answered and smiled. She moved her hand lower and started to gently feel herself and move her hips slightly. When Paul pushed down, he felt her hand as she pleasured herself faster. She started to moan and gyrate her hips. Paul could feel the surge in his loins build rapidly in intensity and tried to slow down his movements but Alisha wrapped her legs around him even tighter and pulled him inside her deeper. The muscles in his arms flexed and his face contorted as he tried to control himself, but Alisha laughed softly and pleasured herself harder as she felt Paul’s body shudder. She gasped as her senses became overwhelmed as her entire body suddenly and without warning climaxed. She wrapped her arms around Paul rapidly and pulled him very close and held him tightly as the orgasm flooded every sense of her being in a way she had never experienced before. She moaned and had to bite her bottom lip, but even then, as she felt Paul start to come inside her, his head beside hers as he fought to remain quiet, she bit into his shoulder. Her feet felt as if they were curling inwards. Paul shuddered involuntarily and he pushed his arms beneath her and hugged her tightly, as he let his body completely give into hers. Alisha kept thrusting her hips against him and jerked in spasms for several long minutes until her body started to come down and relax. She slowly ran her hands over his shoulders, now covered in sweat, but she did not care as he lay between her not moving or speaking a word.

The love making had been short but more intense than they had ever experienced before and it had taken them both by surprise. Paul softly kissed Alisha on her neck beside her ear, then her cheek and then upon her lips. He stopped as he heard Theodoric laugh out loud and moaned at the same time as Sister Lucy could be heard telling him to shush and quieten down. Alisha and Paul both laughed quietly. Alisha relaxed her legs down as Paul just lay between her, stroking her hair as he looked at her, her eyes wide and glistening. Softly he kissed her upon the lips again then rested his head beside hers, rolled himself sideways pulling her over with him so she lay on top of him. He pulled up the sheet over her back and as she rested her head upon his chest still joined as one she closed her eyes. She could hear his heart beating and with every minor movement from Paul, she jolted as the intense sensation still ran through her body. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they fell asleep.

Megalithic Hypogeum of Hal Saflieni, Malta, May 1180

Philip, dressed in a simple cream coloured robe, a short cloak and sandals, looked around the empty open space, the ancient Holm Oak tree still standing where it had always stood. Much of the area had been cleared away since his last visit many years previous with the other trees appearing to have been cut back. He threw his cloak over his shoulder as the midday sun beat fiercely down, but a cool breeze blew in from the seashore. The soil seemed to reflect almost white in the sunshine as he strained to look for the entrance. The sea sparkled in the distance a brilliant turquoise colour. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It has been a while, Kratos said, causing Philip to jump in fright. Sorry, I did not mean to startle you, he said softly as he moved to stand in front of him. He wore his simple white mantle, which only added to his air of authority.

Kratos…it has indeed…, Philip replied and sighed and looked upon his old friend.

Both looked at each other in silence for several moments as Kratos rested his hands upon his staff and smiled.

What brings you here? Kratos asked.

Why ask when you already know I am sure? Philip replied smiling. I know Abi is here…and I know that it was you who saved Paul and Taqi back in La Rochelle.

Well, my friend, I kept my side of the bargain and kept away all these years as you asked me too…until, Kratos started to say and stood up straight. Until I was certain that you were all in immediate danger and harm’s way…then I had to intervene.

I received a letter from Paul. He informed me of your visit to Alexandria, that Theo is there and I am a grandfather.

Well, I always told you that one day you would be, did I not?

That is what concerns me…for you said many other things. He said Abi was badly injured, ’tis but one reason why I am here.

Then come inside, meet Abi again for I know she will be pleased to see you. We have much to catch up on, Kratos said and proffered with his outstretched hand for Philip to approach the small, almost hidden entrance to the buried temple complex. As you can see, I have almost hidden the site entirely. Your arrival is well timed for we are soon to leave this place for good.

Philip paused for a few minutes and looked around as he approached the stone cut steps that led down into the complex. His mind returned to an earlier time when he had visited with his wife. Happy memories, he thought, as he recalled in his mind her beautiful face as she laughed and danced around him as if in front of him again. He took a deep breath, then stepped down into the temple entrance.

Philip stepped into the main room of the complex running his fingers along the smooth walls carved directly out of the solid rock. He recognised the various designs painted in red-ochre on the ceiling with their familiar honeycomb pattern that transformed into a collection of floral spirals, most of which appeared enclosed in pentagons. Black and red ochre images of a ‘fat lady’ holding an axe were still visible in various sizes just as he recalled them. It had been many years since he had last entered this room but he could remember it all as if it was only yesterday. Theodoric had been present with him on that occasion. Two long poles illuminated the inside in a bluish white light.

I see you still have them working, Philip commented, pointing at the lights.

Yes…but the power grows weaker yearly. Soon they will cease to function anymore, Kratos explained as he followed Philip.

So you know Theo lives?

Yes. But then I have known that all along. Are you angered with him?

Angered…no. I was when I first read Paul’s letter, but then I read all about what he has done since meeting them in France. I will probably hit him hard if I get the chance to see him again.

You shall have that chance…but not yet. You cannot visit them until you have finished other business as you probably already know, Kratos said softly and stood still looking at him.

You have aged much since last I saw you. How so? Philip asked, puzzled.

Oh you know…life, he laughed in reply. But, like Abi, I have aged more these past fifteen years than…oh, let me see, the past three hundred, he said and laughed again.

Why. I do not understand it. I thought you were born to last until the next return of the Dark Sun, Philip asked, puzzled.

Oh that I am and shall, but the many injuries I have sustained these last few years alone I am afraid have done more damage than was expected or that I am capable of sustaining. But I am recovering…as is Abi, he explained and looked across toward a stone archway just as Abi slowly stepped into view, her hands placed across her stomach. She wore a simple one piece white dress, her hair hanging loose except for a band of braided hair tied across her forehead and behind her head. Her hair shimmered a pearlescent light blue and purple in the light. She smiled and stepped down and approached Philip. I think perhaps you two should speak.

Abi…, Philip said then shook his head, lost for words.

Abi stepped closer, put her arms around him and hugged him, both with their eyes shut, for several long minutes before Abi took a step back and looked at Philip intently. She gently ran her finger down the creases beside his right eye and smiled.

You have aged well. These character lines suit you, she said softly and smiled.

Character lines. Always the diplomat, Philip replied and laughed and held her hands as he looked at her.

You have come at the right time for we leave here within days. Kratos said you would come, she explained softly.

Did he now? And you…you sound and appear different, Philip said still holding her hands but looking at Kratos.

What, more feminine? she asked and smiled broadly. It is the dress I am sure.

Abi, Kratos said and raised his eyebrows. She is with child.

What…but I thought that was impossible…I…I…who? Philip asked awkwardly then laughed.

Oh you know him. A good man and it would appear of our line, Abi replied.

Philip looked at Kratos, confused.

Tenno, Kratos informed him and nodded.

Tenno…! Philip exclaimed, surprised.

Abi simply nodded yes and smiled.

How…no, do not answer that. Tell me later, Philip laughed. I have missed you all so much, more than I realised until now.

And we you, Kratos said and ushered Philip along to sit. I knew you would come again and now you have, perhaps you will help us seal this place?

Of course I shall help. What of the other sites here?

Oh they have been sealed for many years past already, Kratos answered.

Where will you go from here? Philip asked.

We shall take our vessel and hide it away in Atl, then go to the Emerald Isle and wait for you to join us, in good time of course, Kratos explained.

But what of Tenno and his child. Does he know?

No he does not. But he shall, Abi explained and sat down upon a rock cut bench.

And before you leave us again, you must take the plans drawn up for the new temple structure to house the nine and the gateway, Kratos said as he offered Philip to sit beside Abi.

And where shall that be if moved from La Rochelle?

Where I am afraid you must travel next…if you are willing of course? Kratos replied with a wry smile. Not far across the border of England into Alba. You have been before so you know it already.

By any chance…Temple Parish…near Balantrodach? Philip replied as Kratos nodded yes. And what will happen with your child? he asked turning to look back at Abi.

We shall see. But after a year, maybe two, he shall leave with Kratos to a safe place whilst I finish my work, Abi replied.

Where exactly? And why did Tenno not return home? So many questions… where will you go that is safe? Philip asked and held Abi’s hand.

Philip, our days of living amongst you draw near to a close. We stand out as a little too obvious would you not agree? Kratos asked.

Not that much, you do not.

I am surprised Paul did not inform you why Tenno stayed. I shall explain later over a meal…but where are your belongings for you travel light? Abi asked.

No he did not explain. He detailed their journey to Alexandria and what that evil minded Turansha tried to do. That affected me badly…for that man will stop at nothing, I fear. I should have killed him when I had the chance, Philip replied and shook his head. And as for my dear friend Firgany…truly a great loss.

We know…but I have since spoken with him. He watches over Alisha still, Kratos said and winked. Philip, when you have hidden that which must be hidden again, near Balantrodach, only then can I resume the installation on the island in the New World.

Kratos…I have always felt and known that the day would come when I would be tasked to do so. ’Tis why I have spent so many years preparing everything…the stories, my writings and my cathedral designs, Philip answered and sighed.

And you have done more than was expected. But the time will also come when you must pass on that mantle to another…And who, will be your decision alone, Kratos said with a reverence of tone that made Philip look at him. You tried to find a better way to carry the messages from the past to the future…but please accept that it shall now fall to Paul to find that way so please listen to him when he tells you there is a better way to guarantee the message and codes from antiquity can be carried across time without the use of force or religion…for that is his gift to the world.

And what is that?

He does not even know himself yet, but he shall…should he get to Cairo as he has been advised.

And in the future, people will remember as promised?

That, my dear friend, I can indeed promise. Even if they lose the very codes, there will be those souls reborn whom, despite the veil, will remember and tell them within new stories…new technologies and new legends will be born from the higher imaginings of those enlightened ones…but having physical proofs, as that is what the majority in this world seem to need and see, they will greatly help to re-educate man…help him remember who he really is, Kratos explained solemnly.

And this island in the New World…what shall it be called and how can you be so sure what is hidden shall remain so? Philip asked as Abi looked at him, the tiredness in her eyes growing.

Why, Philip, there is but only one name we could call it…Oak Island of course, Kratos replied with a large smile and raised his eyebrows. And once sealed, it will only again be accessed when the very world itself enters the ring of light and changes its position…only then will its sealed vaults empty. And only then will it confirm what will then be found within the recovered Chambers of Creation from the four corners of this world… for only then will the vibrations that govern this realm of existence be correctly matched!

Oak Island…how appropriate, Philip smiled.

Indeed. Before you leave, you must take with you the Crimson Stone to place in Scotia, Kratos said and began to walk toward the remnants of a small fire in the centre of the room. You have much to do and not a lot of time to do it in. Now you must tell me how your plans for the Temple Church in London are progressing.

Port of La Rochelle, France, Melissae Inn, spring 1191

Crimson Stone…and Abi pregnant! Sarah remarked utterly bemused.

Tenno…the dirty sea dog, the Genoese sailor laughed.

Lucky sea dog, Simon commented, his eyes wide as he stared off in thought.

Atl…New World…New Scotia, Oak Island…can you explain more? Gabirol asked.

Check the map I gave you. You will see New Scotia already marked upon it. ’Tis where Tenno went and passed through as he claimed. And there are Templars there right now as we sit here this day, the old man explained. And Atl, well that is a land of great antiquity now buried and hidden beneath snow and ice, apart from a small inner sanctum. A paradise on earth almost.

Then if this is so, why are we not told? the Templar asked.

Only the most trustworthy have been selected so far to venture there…to prepare the way. It may be many more years, perhaps even hundreds, before all will know of its existence…to reveal it now would confirm this world is not flat and open up a whole new exodus to the New World…before its time, the old man explained.

But you tell us now. Why? Gabirol asked, looking confused.

Because you in this room…’tis to you that a new responsibility will be passed on to, if you so choose to accept what I offer when this tale concludes.

Me…but I have never been chosen to do anything, certainly not of any worth, the Genoese sailor interjected loudly and laughed.

No…but there comes a time in everyone’s life when an opportunity presents itself to be called to a higher calling…one of which, of course, you are more than free to reject, the old man explained, looking at him directly.

I think I know who you are now, the Templar said quietly and raised his sealed envelope and waved it before placing in back upon the table. The old man raised his eyebrows. But I shall not say until you have finished this story, he smiled and winked.

The old man part nodded his head in acknowledgment.

Why does Philip need to go to Scotia, Alba whatever it is called? Peter asked.

And Crimson Stone…what is that all about? Sarah interrupted, asking again.

Let me answer Sarah first then, if you will? For the Crimson Stone is one of the reasons why crimson became a holy sacred and now royal colour, the old man started to reply and discreetly pushed the crimson coloured wristband up his arm to hide it from view. The Templar however saw him and smiled again. It will be, as explained previously, at least another eight hundred years before the full knowledge relating to the Crimson Thread will again be fully revealed…as Theodoric detailed, and that the Crimson Thread would have to be hidden and protected. You may recall it was the Prior de Sion who made the active decision to form a military arm to protect that line…the Knights Templar! the old man said and paused. Do you recall how I explained how Abi told Paul to know and accept that the Crimson Thread of an ancient bloodline that far outreaches any of the royal bloodlines now being sowed within royal families runs through his veins? How he had the right to wield this sword? the old man said and placed his hands upon the sword. How Paul carried the wishes and ambitions of all his ancestors to establish a line of leaders who would heal, protect and educate their peoples? To lead by example doing service to others, not service to self?

I do, Simon interrupted enthusiastically.

So do we, Sarah said immediately and looked at Simon scornfully.

Then know that the use of crimson as a symbolic colour originated from stones found near Stonehenge in Britain. For there, a river runs through the land and through ancient stone monuments, many now buried and still hidden, that have stones with a unique property. When the stones are taken from the river and left to dry in the sun, they turn a bright crimson colour. Truly a magical thing to see. So they were regarded as special, holy almost, especially as they were used for healing.

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How can stones heal? Ayleth asked, puzzled.

By their very properties, the old man answered and took his hands off the sword and sat back. The evil Turansha knew all of this and the significance of the Crimson Thread.

Yes, you previously explained that, Gabirol mentioned.

Oh good…I thought I had, the old man smiled and continued. And as Kratos explained, Philip had sought a better way of carrying the codes across time, but it would fall to Paul to find a way, the old man said and paused for several long minutes. And is why Kratos wished for Philip to travel back to Balantrodach and bury one of the Crimson Stones with letters etched upon it deeply…letters that would lead any who discovered its location to Oak Island and its very entrance…

Why Balan what’s it called? Simon asked.

Balantrodach…’tis the name of the area in which the main Temple Parish is situated, and in the year AD 1128, ’twas one of the founding Knights Templar, Hugues de Payens, who visited Alba and was granted a meeting with King David I of Scotia. The king subsequently granted Hugues and the Knights Templar the Chapelrie and Manor of Balantrodach. There is a wonderfully built Templar church there… The old man trailed off for a few more minutes.

The Crimson Stone…’tis buried there yes? the Hospitaller said and leaned forward.

Alas and sadly no…for it remains here in La Rochelle, the old man replied.

What…where? Simon asked excitedly, which made the old man laugh.

Philip was tasked by Kratos to remove bodies laid in La Rochelle, in Cougnes, to Balantrodach, where they were to lay until a greater more sacred chapel could be constructed not too far away…where they would remain interred until the vibrations of the world again match when it passes through the ring of light…a task which he succeeded in doing…but the Crimson Stone he did not place…hide, the old man sighed.

I do not understand all this talk of ring of light and vibrations, Ayleth remarked, puzzled, and bit her bottom lip.

Then let me explain very briefly…you see all sounds make vibrations, and even light travels in waves as the ancient knowledge tells us…’tis but another reason why the Grand Master of the Prior de Sion and others are known as Navigators, for they understand and can symbolically ride those waves…and as our planet traverses the great heavens, time is measured by the distances between the sun and the centre of many stars…the stars we see that make up the Milky Way…that is proper time, time as used by the gods, or our understanding of God. Every great year, which is roughly twenty-five thousand years, our entire system of planets and sun passes through a ring of light that vibrates differently. It raises our conscious levels as well as physical bodies…that ring of light is over 2,160 years in our time wide… as in that is how long it takes our world to pass through it.

When does this start? Gabirol asked, looking serious.

Not until the Age of Aquarius… AD 2003 give or take a few years.

And stones vibrate…is that connected then? Gabirol asked.

Yes they do. ’Tis why the architects of sacred stone monuments chose their stones carefully. ’Tis why Stonehenge has specially selected stones taken from Wales…for their unique resonating and vibrational properties. Sound vibrates to form various patterns. This can be demonstrated if you place salt or sand upon a shield and vibrate the sides or especially so upon a large drum. The patterns they make are all geometric and perfect…’tis a practice the higher initiates of the Templars have observed and documented. Many of those sound forms Philip knew all too well and had drawn them down…images he included within the designs of several of his plans, including one he compiled alongside Kratos that is to be encoded within a new sacred chapel.

And where exactly is that to be built? Peter asked. I would love to be involved in that, he added.

Then perhaps you shall for its foundations have already begun…but it shall take many more years before the chapel above is begun…and it is in a place called Rosslyn…, the old man answered.

Rosslyn…sounds identical to Roussillon where Theodoric’s family came from and where you claim Mary really came ashore, Gabirol noted.

Linguistically identical even…and for that very reason. The old man smiled.

Can I ask why was Kratos sealing his home? Ayleth asked.

’Twas not really his home, Ayleth, the old man answered. But the time had come when he had to seal off the entire complex, including the many others on the island and neighbouring island too. To make sure that it remained intact along with the many ancient ancestor remains…remains that will one day be recovered and seen for what they really are. When it is discovered again, its construction will remain a mystery for many years until mankind’s awareness and knowledge has increased enough to recognise what it is they are really looking at. They will argue over its purpose, its age and who built it. It has been sealed so that only the first thirty rooms located over three levels can be accessed. But eventually, nearer the time of the passing of the dark sun and ring of light, deeper passages and rooms will then be found. Of course as is the nature of man, they shall at first claim it was but a simple rock cut tomb, just as they will claim the pyramids at Giza are just simple tombs of Pharaohs…

So when was it built? Peter asked.

Kratos said it was finished during the period as the earth passed through the zodiacal sign of Taurus, the Bull…so many thousands of years BC. Huh, the very last thing Kratos did alongside Philip as they sealed the entrance was to leave a sleeping woman figurine…Kratos laughed at how that would cause so much intrigue later when it is recovered, the old man laughed.

Why? Simon asked.

Man in the future will find items from the past but sadly place upon them their own perceptions as they see things then, not as they necessarily were…he also laughed at how future man will wonder how they illuminated the temple, just like the Giza pyramids, for no trace of soot nor burning torches is present. You have all seen how much a roof can darken from burning torches…

So what did the little woman figurine mean? Ayleth asked.

It was Kratos’s way of saying that Mother Earth sleeps but will awaken. It represents a rite of initiation, incubation to be more precise as to sleep within the Goddess’s womb is to die and to come to life anew. Just like all the other sacred initiation rites where the candidate enters a sealed cave or room and where more often than not, this type of initiation was known as ‘temple sleep’ whereby if he or she falls asleep, any dreams were thought to be influenced by deities, and might provide insight about the past, the present, or the future.

Like Paul’s dreams, the wealthy tailor commented.

Yes, the old man replied and paused before continuing. Upon Malta, there are many many more temples and stone circles that lay buried. In time they will be uncovered just as those many thousands all across our world will be and prove that they are all linked. What are missing though are the original temple structures that once stood above the underground chambers. Great structures long since dismantled but which many more temples across the world were copied from.

So the other passages below it…where do they lead? the Templar asked.

My friend, as I have explained before, there are indeed great passages and pathways that cross our world. In Malta, there are many that stay hidden, and shall remain so, of great halls. There was a time when what we would truly call giants did inhabit and use them. Not just giants symbolically but real physical giants at a staggering height of some twenty-four feet tall…, the old man explained and nodded it was true.

Twenty-four feet…! Simon almost yelled out.

Yes, as unbelievable as that may sound. And in time, their remains will be recovered and their existence proved. They will also learn of the different doorways to other realms as some have stumbled across by accident in our times…gateways.

Gateways again. Did you not say that the place in Alba was a gateway or did I hear that wrong? Gabirol asked.

No you are correct. I did mention a gateway. ’Tis part of the land itself between Ballantrudich and a town known as Stirling.

Other realms I do not understand, Simon remarked.

Again, no surprise there then, Sarah said folding her arms.

So is the Hypogeum a cemetery or a temple or initiation cave or what? the farrier asked.

A mixture of all. But the spirals painted in red ochre, just like the spirals found all over the world, represent both a physical event that occurs within our sphere of existence, but also as experienced within visions during hallucinations. Attar was able to mix a herbal remedy that would induce hallucinations that would help open doorways into other dimensions, out of which deities, the ancestors, are said to come into this realm. But those practices are now oft deemed evil and of being in league with the Devil.

This Crimson Stone you mention with an inscription upon. What is the inscription and where is it now? the Templar asked.

The stone…’tis in this very building. But first let me explain that the Crimson Stones were collected from a river that runs near to Stonehenge itself. Understand that Stonehenge is not only a very precise astronomical observatory for all manner of calculations, but is also a generator of energy and accumulator of memories, for it records events across time as well as harmonises sound. And it is the sound qualities that have an immediate and direct impact upon us all now. Strike the stones and they hum and make sounds, some similar to a bell being struck. There was a time when they could be struck to make a musical sound and communicate over vast distances, but the system has been broken…you can still see the marks where the stones used to be hit to make the sounds, the old man explained and paused as he watched Gabirol write as fast as he could. Do you know that in Wales, many churches use the same bluestones used at Stonehenge as bells? He looked at them all in turn as they all shook their heads no. You have all heard of Geoffrey of Monmouth…well in the myth of Merlin bringing the stones to Stonehenge, he states that the stones have medicinal properties that can be accessed by washing the stones and then pouring the water into baths. The water absorbed the healing virtues of the stones. This is exactly the same as the rocks taken from the river that turn crimson. Many springs and wells in Wales are believed to have healing properties and you will find innumerable numbers of them issuing out of the mountains with deliberately manmade enhanced springheads, enhanced in the sense that the water source has been cleared out and enlarged, and a little wall was usually built thus creating a pool where the water emerges. This indicates that such springs were viewed as special and that the ancient people who so viewed them wished to obtain water at their source, as it came out of the ground, Mother Earth, rather than further down the mountain where it becomes a rivulet and so less pure. As mentioned, the stones, mainly the so-called bluestones at Stonehenge are known to ring like a bell or gong, or resound like a drum, when struck with a small hammer stone, instead of the dull clunking sound rock-on-rock usually makes. In Wales such stones are known as ‘Maenclochog’ for ‘Ringing stones’ but their sounds are now muted… The old man sighed.

Can we see the Crimson Stone then if it is here…please? Ayleth asked.

Of course, the old man replied and reached down into his saddle bag beside his chair. After a few moments he lifted onto the table a smooth stone of roughly a foot long and four inches wide at its thickest. It was flattened and appeared more pinkish than crimson as the old man slowly peeled away the soft leather covering wrapper completely. You will notice the carved letters…and before you ask, Simon, yes I shall reveal what they stand for.

Simon stood up and leaned across the table to read the letters carved into the Crimson Stone.

O·U·O·S·V·A·V·V

D ·                              M·

Fig. 51: Crimson Stone Engraving.

That is impossible to decipher, the Hospitaller remarked.

There is no such thing as impossible, the old man smiled.

Alexandria, Egypt, June 27th 1180

Attar stood beside Paul as he looked over some diagrams Theodoric had laid out across the table in Paul’s study room. Theodoric stood with his hands upon his hips pleased with himself as Attar rolled up his baggy sleeves on his dark green robe. Outside the morning air was still cool as the sun broke over the top of the outer wall.

And you say you drew these yourself from the actual site? Attar asked and looked up at Theodoric.

Aye I did that, along with your father, Theodoric answered, looking at Paul.

But these are all sealed and their locations hidden, Attar remarked, puzzled.

Aye…I know. ’Twas not easy getting inside and even harder getting out, Theodoric replied with a proud smile.

I bet, Attar said and looked closer at the images. And you swear this was copied at a site within the Thebian Valley?

Yes. And if our understanding of the language is correct, it is the underground temple no less of Thutmose the Third. I knew the image was important so I copied it…, Theodoric answered and held out his hand toward the drawing.

’Tis well executed, my friend, Attar said, admiring the drawing even closer.

Fig. 52: Thutmose – The Underworld Realm.

And this gives clues to what is beneath the Giza pyramids? Paul asked.

It does and your father and I used it to gain access to the many tunnels beneath, Theodoric replied.

A light rap on the door drew all of their attention to it. The door opened slightly as Percival slowly peered in.

Sorry to disturb you but Alisha says you have a visitor, he started to explain and fully entered the room. ’Tis Turansha’s secretary and an escort.

Why…what has happened? Are we in some kind of trouble? Paul asked, concerned.

No…Turansha demands your most urgent attendance at his palace… and not to delay, Percival replied.

Paul quickly followed Turansha’s secretary along the wide marbled floor corridor towards a large ornate door bordered by two columns. Percival followed closely watching the four Mamluk guards carefully. No one else had been allowed to come upstairs and the sense of urgency and concern was written all across the secretary’s face. At the door, they all stopped.

Please, wait here a moment, the secretary said before quietly entering the room, shutting the door behind him.

Paul and Percival looked at each other, puzzled.

They let me keep my arms, Percival whispered, placing his left hand over the pommel of his primary sword.

Alisha was not too pleased we left before eating the breakfast she had prepared, Paul whispered back just as the door opened again.

The secretary beckoned them both in. Percival looked at Paul, puzzled, wondering why he too had been called to see Turansha.

Inside the room, large white see through screens hung from poles. Paul immediately saw Turansha sat in a large wooden lattice chair with cushions set to prop him up comfortably. It was positioned just outside the main room on the balcony allowing him to look out across the Mediterranean Sea just a short distance away. The secretary motioned for Paul and Percival to sit on a stone bench to the side of Turansha. Paul acknowledged Turansha with a slight nod as he feigned a pained smile back, hardly moving. His eyes were sunken and he looked exhausted. Paul tried to hide the look of concern upon his face, which made Turansha laugh briefly, then cough, his chest sounding coarse and full of fluid.

My good friend…and of course Percival, Turansha finally blurted out, his voice dry and whispered. Thank you for coming so quickly…my time is done in this world…

What do you mean? Paul asked and looked up at the secretary stood behind Turansha. He shook his head sadly. Please, I do not understand. What is wrong?

I am dying…I am not sure how or why…but there is nothing anyone can do. My lungs fill with fluid, Turansha explained and coughed, gasping for air. I believe…I believe I have been assassinated, somewhat slowly, he said and coughed again, screwing his face up in pain as he held his chest. Paul…I am of the mind that it was…Conrad.

Conrad? Paul exclaimed, shocked.

Yes…Conrad. For he is the only person from whom I have accepted any drink from when first his embassy met my caravan for the exchange of Saint Armand…all of my food and drink is carefully prepared, and I know I can trust my cook…

The bastard! Percival said aloud shaking his head with disapproval. Both Turansha and Paul looked at him. Sorry. I speak out of place.

No, you speak as it is, Turansha replied and smiled at Percival’s obvious embarrassment. Paul…’twas a great pleasure and honour knowing your father, and you also, but now, now my time is done and Allah wills it that I must depart this world. But before I go, I had to warn you about Conrad…If you think Reynald is bad, he will but pale by comparison to what Conrad will do.

Tell us what we must do? Percival interrupted.

Percival, I cannot tell you what to do. But I can ask that you keep careful watch upon that man…and Percival, I charge you with guarding this man’s back always, Turansha said painfully as Percival looked at Paul and frowned, a little confused. Paul has great knights, warriors of great strength and courage who protect him and Alisha…and of course young Arri…but Paul, Turansha said as he coughed again and tried to sit up higher. Paul, you will need this man in the years ahead, he explained and looked across at Percival. And you must let Percival accompany you to Cairo, for to Cairo you must go, and soon. I have already sent word ahead. By day, if you accept my commission, you will labour working with a good friend of mine, whom you have already met, designing ships…great and mighty ships, and by night and your days of rest, you will continue that which your father started. I failed in securing the continuation of his work as I had promised him, but I may redeem that promise in you if you will, he said and grabbed Paul’s hand tightly and looked into his eyes intently.

Paul could see the intensity in his reddening eyes. Turansha’s face was yellowish and pale, his colour seeming to drain even more as he looked at him.

I do not know what to say…I shall certainly be cautious with Conrad and watch him closely…but Cairo. And designing ships…’tis a great dream of mine, but I could not if those very same vessels were to be used against my own kind in warfare, Paul replied.

No…the ships you will work upon are not ships of war…they are to be ships of exploration, that I promise you, Turansha explained and coughed again very heavy. It took him several minutes to regain his composure. And whilst you are in Cairo…let Attar guide you in the ways of the Giza complex. Do not repeat the mistakes of your father and Theodoric…and Percival, remind him of this conversation if he ever does.

How will I know? Percival asked quickly.

Promise me! Turansha coughed deeply as he forced the words out, his eyes widening. He clenched Paul’s hand even tighter as his face turned red. Promise me, he blurted out again in pain and coughed, black looking blood beginning to seep from the corner of his mouth. His secretary rushed to kneel in front of him and beside Paul, but he raised his left hand and shook his head indicating he says nothing. He focused upon Percival as he held his breath. He opened his eyes wider and raised his eyebrows at him, his pained expression almost begging for his response.

I…I promise, Percival replied awkwardly and looked at Paul, bemused.

Paul felt the tension in Turansha’s grip immediately weaken fast, then go completely limp just as Turansha looked at him. He smiled, the black looking blood dribbling down his chin onto his white robe. The frown left his face and his eyes seemed to widen briefly as he smiled. He blinked once more as he looked at Paul as if by way of a final gesture of thanks. He then sank slightly into the cushions as the pupils in his eyes widened. His fixed open eyes just stared forwards. Suddenly a woman sat just out of sight stood up quickly a few feet away and rushed off in tears. Paul and Percival had not even noticed her presence.

He is gone, the secretary said quietly and lowered his head in respect.

Percival looked at Paul, bemused and concerned. Paul looked down at his own hand still holding Turansha’s. ‘How and why would Conrad poison him?’ Paul thought and looked at Turansha. ‘If his secretary tells Turansha’s brother Saladin that it was Conrad who poisoned him, what manner of hell will he unleash upon Christians in reprisals?’ he thought, alarmed. Just as he thought that, the secretary stood up slowly, walked over to a set of white drawers where the female had been sat unnoticed. Within moments he withdrew a leather wallet and handed it to Paul. Paul released his grip on Turansha’s hand and stood up fully. As he lowered his arm, Turansha’s body made a noise as his bowels opened, the smell instantly filling their noses. The secretary gently arranged a sheet across the lower half of Turansha, placed his fingers over his eyes and closed his eyes before looking at Paul.

That, I shall clear and sort out before the others enter to bid him farewell, he explained sadly. But in that wallet is a letter of recommendation I drafted on his behalf. He has signed and sealed it. It also absolves you all of any party to his death. So there can be no blame! For all our sakes he has not mentioned being poisoned by Conrad. Pray you keep his wishes and that it remains so for he wants no more bloodshed in his name.

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Paul looked at the wallet then back at Turansha.

Main port, Cairo, July 1180

Alisha held Arri close despite his being strapped around her chest tightly. Tenno stood beside her holding the aft deck balustrade looking at the approaching dockside as the boat they were travelling upon drew up closer. In the distance Alisha was able to make out the faint outlines of the three main pyramids on the horizon visible above the city’s other buildings and minarets. The port was busy and bustling with all manner of ships and vessels.

Do not be too harsh upon him, Tenno said and looked down at her.

I am trying not to be…but I love our home in Alexandria. I do not wish for this place but as his wife I shall follow and go where he goes, Alisha replied and squinted in the afternoon sun. But look at him and Theo… they are like two excited boys, she commented and looked down where Paul and Theodoric were laughing as they moved boxes toward the main deck gangplank opening.

Those pyramids may fascinate Paul and his father before, but they do not fill me with the same excitement. They do nothing but cause me concern, she explained looking up towards the distant pyramids.

He is here to build ships, Tenno stated bluntly.

Yes…you believe that too? Alisha asked pointedly.

Tenno looked down at her again and raised a single eyebrow.

Alisha shook her head, saddened, kissed Arri on the forehead and looked out at the port side as they slowly edged ever closer, ropes being thrown to secure the boat. Tenno could see she was not happy but there was nothing he could do to alleviate her concerns or her feelings.

Two hours later, Theodoric stood with his hands upon his hips looking up at the three storeyed house before him. Sister Lucy linked her arm into his as Paul ushered Alisha beside them. Percival and Tenno steadied the two horses of the large old open cart, its elderly owner sat on the driver’s seat smiling a toothless grin. The house fronted onto a wide pathway. It was set back from the main thoroughfare road, the hustle and bustle of which could be heard in the distance. Alisha looked up at the house. Its walls were immaculately plastered a pale stone colour but with a hint of pink. A large double wooden door was protected by a metalwork grate. All the left hand side of the building, which only went two storeys high, was covered in an intricate and very ornate wood lattice frontage, the top sections having areas highlighted in white relief. Further to the left her eye caught sight of a swing gate that entered into a courtyard and stabling for several horses and two carts. On the three storeyed section, beautifully carved wooden balconies stood out from the walls on each level. Mainly built from smooth stone, the building quietly impressed Alisha, who could not help it, much as she did not like to admit it.

When Thomas and his lot get here, they will find more than enough room in the outer buildings set back near to the river, Theodoric said aloud and smiled.

There is more? Alisha asked.

Of course. If you thought the house in Alexandria was big…just wait until you see what is beyond those doors, he replied and put his arm around Sister Lucy.

How long will it take for Thomas to get here? Tenno asked.

Only two days, Theodoric answered just as the front door opened and the metal gate pushed aside.

A dark haired young female dressed in a long bright blue dress stepped into the street and walked towards Theodoric smiling. In her hands she carried several large metal keys.

All is ready for you, master, she politely said to Theodoric and bowed, offering up the keys for him to take.

No…’tis their home, not mine, he replied and nodded toward Alisha and Paul.

So sorry. So sorry, she quickly repeated and turned to face Alisha and Paul immediately offering up the keys. I am Nyla…and I have prepared the baths and put food out ready for you, she smiled.

Her hair was jet black, but her skin almost white. Her eyes were a dark brown but filled with youth and happy looking. Percival raised his eyebrows quickly and smiled at her. She was elegant and spoke softly. A slight breeze made the large leaves of a palm tree sway and rustle set just a few feet from the front door. She again offered the keys up for Paul to take. He looked at Alisha, smiled and indicated she take them. Gently she took the heavy keys and nodded at the young woman.

There is much history here, Paul…much indeed, Theodoric said aloud and nodded toward the main doors.

Alisha looked at the friendly smiling face of the woman again then back up at the building before her. She clasped Paul’s hand and led him toward the doors.

Port of La Rochelle, France, Melissae Inn, spring 1191

The house sounds to me like a small palace, Sarah commented.

It was a grand house indeed. Bigger than the one in Alexandria even…and built in the area once known as Heliopolis, the old man explained. Once inside, Theo took Paul to what was once Philip’s study as Alisha and Sister Lucy looked around the huge house…very pleasantly surprised. Percival…well he spent an awkward hour trying to make conversation with Nyla, the old man chuckled.

And the house was Philip’s? Gabirol asked.

And Theodoric’s too.

Does he tell Alisha and Paul it is part his also? Peter asked.

No…no he did not, the old man smiled.

Why not? Ayleth asked instantly.

Because a home can only have one master at a time. As I told you before, Philip, Firgany and Theodoric had invested in several properties during their travels. They had left them all in capable hands who administered them and rented them out accordingly by trusted agents. Theodoric knew it would best serve them all well if they all believed the house to be just Philip’s, and by rights Pauls accordingly, the old man explained.

And built upon ancient Heliopolis, yes? Gabirol asked.

Yes indeed. ’Tis why it was purchased in the first place, the old man replied.

This Heliopolis…I have read much from old sources on the area. Can you tell us more for it greatly interests me for I know it is connected with the ancient firebird, the Phoenix, Gabirol asked.

You are certainly well read, my friend, the old man remarked. Let me tell you that the house was situated in an area of Cairo that had a cosmopolitan population that included Jews, Muslims and Christians alike. Very much like Alexandria. But what most of them fail to realise is just how sacred the ground is beneath their feet… or what still lies beneath them!

Such as? Simon asked bluntly.

And who is the girl again? the Genoese sailor asked.

Her name was Nyla as said. She was the daughter of the agent Philip had commissioned to manage his estate in Cairo many years previous. When word came from Theodoric they would be returning within the month, it was she who helped move out the previous occupier, clean the home completely and have it ready for their arrival. Percival certainly took a shine to her. Paul had likewise written to his father explaining they would be moving to Cairo whilst he worked with Husam designing boats.

So Paul found his career path thanks to Turansha, the wealthy tailor remarked.

For then, yes, the old man answered.

For then! That can only mean his career changed, Gabirol noted.

The old man simply nodded in agreement.

’Tis by understanding our history that we will guarantee our future, he said quietly, paused as he took a sip of rose water and continued. For thousands of years Egypt was home to a series of important Jewish communities. These groups are a vital part of the pluralistic society that characterises Egyptian life. One of the most significant Jewish communities is that of Fustat, a city founded in the seventh century BC on the east bank of the Nile. Cairo was founded north of Fustat in AD 969 and became the political and cultural capital of the Muslim province of Egypt and has been ever since. Today, Fustat comprises an area of Cairo known in Arabic as Masr al-Átiqa, or ‘Old Cairo’. Some of Judaism’s most distinguished figures spent time in Fustat. Among them is the philosopher, rabbi and physician Moses Maimonides, who has written both his major philosophical works, ‘The Guide for the Perplexed’, and his fourteen-volume anthology of Jewish law, the ‘Mishneh Torah’, there. Located in the heart of Fustat, the Ben Ezra Synagogue is a centre of prayer, study and celebration for Egyptian Jews from at least the last century. The panel of the ark door on that synagogue dates back to the last century too with its dominant carved decoration at the centre of the door that also reflects the direct influence of Islamic, specifically Mamluk and Ottoman design while the Hebrew inscription on the panel, ‘Open to me the gates of righteousness’ is based on verses from Psalm 118. The ark door has a fascinating story to tell, as the face of the Holy Ark, which holds the Torah scrolls and marks the direction of prayer, it was the threshold to the most sacred place in the synagogue. At the same time, the door faced outward toward the broader community. Its absorption of Islamic vocabulary reflects the synagogue’s place in the larger Mediterranean world. I tell you these facts to add weight to the fact that in Cairo as well as Alexandria, all creeds could, and they did demonstrate, how they could all live together, the old man explained.

If Paul was to work upon designing ships…what was Alisha to do? Ayleth asked.

Keep a home, look after Arri and make new friends. Exactly the same as she did in Alexandria, the old man answered.

And Thomas and his men? she asked with a raised eyebrow.

And what about Paul’s horse, Adrastos? the farrier interjected loudly.

Thomas brought his men overland…with Adrastos, the old man replied and smiled at the farrier. And Alisha employed the agent’s daughter Nyla to help Sister Lucy around the home, especially in regard to Thomas and his men…and she in turn introduced Alisha to a lot of women who were involved in the very profitable textiles business. She would in time turn her designs into clothes much sought after.

A woman of her own means then? the wealthy tailor stated.

"Yes indeed. She would make more than enough of an income by her trade and new found interest. You see, the social interaction with textiles and their production formed, literally and physically, the fabric of life for most women in Cairo. The Fatimid dynasty that ruled Egypt from AD 969 to 1171 famously intensified and perfected the production of textiles and the tiraz style in particular. Alisha took that style and made her designs based upon it far more practical. Cairo is perhaps the most important centre for the export of this precious commodity across the Mediterranean and beyond and I would not be surprised if you were to find one of her garments in Paris or London. The textile business in Cairo had a life-changing impact on most men and women, as women became not just consumers of textiles, but also producers, traders and investors. As ladies-in-waiting in charge of the wardrobe of the royal household, they acquired both prestige and visibility. Women belonging to the upper echelon