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.“North, south, east and west,” murmured Cardinal Spada.“Four holy swords, Polaris, Octanis, Aos and Hesperios.Hesperios, the Sword of the West, was given to Adolf Hitler by Mussolini after it had been discovered on an archaeological dig near Naples, and eventually found its way into Colonel John Holliday’s hands seventy-odd years after it was dug up.Aos, Sword of the East, was held by the monk Helder Rodriques, in the Azores.Polaris was hidden in a Bulgarian monastery; in 1944 it was given to Lavrenti Beria, head of the NKVD, who in turn gave it to Stalin.They have learned nothing from these three swords, and what is worse, we have learned nothing.”“So the secret must lie with the fourth, Octanis, Sword of the South,” said Brennan.“Sounds like something out of Harry Potter or Lord of the bloody Rings—four swords to rule them all and in the darkness bind them.” The Irish priest snorted.“What a load of bleeding bollocks, boyo,” he said.He scratched at the gray-white stubble on his cheeks with three stubby fingers yellowed with nicotine.“It’s fantasy, Your Eminence.Fecking silly fairy tales from a thousand years ago.A Thousand and One Arabian fecking Nights, yeah?”Spada frowned, staring across the old scarred table at Brennan, wondering what on earth could have called such a man to God and holy orders, and, even more dumbfounding, what seminary could have educated him, and what bishop could have possibly seen fit to ordain such an uncouth, foulmouthed lout from the wilds of County Offaly.Brennan caught the look and smiled, showing off his small and nicotine-stained teeth.“I know what I am, and who I am, and where I came from, and where I am now, Your Eminence, believe you me.I know all that and I know what you think of me.But that doesn’t matter, really; does it, Your Eminence? Because when you get right down to it, you and me are the very same.I know all your dirty secrets and you know mine.”“That wouldn’t be a threat, would it, Father Brennan?” Spada said mildly.“Certainly not, Your Eminence!” Brennan said in mock horror.“God’s blood, Cardinal! It’s just my way of saying I know who the shark is and who the feckin’ remora is in this relationship, and I’ll happily clean the bits of flesh from between the shark’s teeth, and I’ll be your Gollum searching for your precious Sword of the South for as long as you want me to, because that’s my fecking job, yeah?”“That may not be necessary, in point of fact,” said Spada.He nodded toward the old vellum manuscript on the table in front of him.“This particular book of Arabian Nights, which is a biography of Saladin by one of his closest advisers, mentions not only the Four Swords of Pelerin; it also mentions a gift of Saladin to the eighth grand master of the Templars, Odo de St.Amand.It was a fifth sword, Al Husam Min Warda, the Sword of the Rose.When Odo and King Baldwin the Leper, king of Jerusalem, were trapped after a battle, Odo gifted it to Reginald of Sidon, the man who rescued them.The Sword of the Rose was never heard of again.”“More fairy tales,” said Brennan.The cardinal could see that Brennan desperately wanted a cigarette, so he kept on talking, just to draw things out a little longer.Brennan could do with a dose of history anyway.Spada smiled.“Sidon was a territory in the Holy Land during the Crusades.But what you may not know, Father Brennan, is that it is also the origin for the so-called Protocols of the Elders of Zion, the fictitious Prieuré de Sion, the Priory of Sion, and half a dozen other misuses, large and small.The misinterpreting of a single word can sometimes be very important.” He gestured at the book on the table in front of him.“For instance, Saladin’s biographer was very careful to use the word ‘husam’ for sword, rather than ‘saif.’ Husam is the word used for an ordinary soldier’s weapon, a real sword, while saif could be misinterpreted as a metaphorical sword—Saif al-Haqq, the Sword of Truth.Saif al-Islam, the Sword of Islam.The Christian Sword of the Lord.He was telling us that the fifth sword, the Sword of the Rose, is very real.”“We’re in Dan Brown territory now—seeing things that aren’t there, weaving conspiracies out of thin air,” scoffed Brennan.“He’s a storyteller; that’s his business,” answered Spada.“And he’s obviously doing something right, no matter what you think of his abilities.” The cardinal paused.“That’s hardly the point, though, Father Brennan.”“Well, what the hell is the point?” said the Irish priest and spymaster.He waved a hand at the stacks of ancient manuscripts and bound volumes all around them in the large, rectangular room.“This dry stuff is the past—our problems are in the present and in the future.”“This dry stuff, as you call it, Father Brennan, is history.Within the walls of the Vatican is every secret ever whispered from lips to ears or written down for the last two thousand years and even farther into the distant past.Almost everyone has heard the aphorism from George Santayana, who said that those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it, but very few heed his cautionary warning.” The cardinal paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the stacks.Finally he spoke again.“Alexander the Great could not conquer Afghanistan, but more than two thousand years later the Russians and the Americans tried and both failed.Napoleon invaded Russia, only to be defeated by winter, but Hitler thought he could do better, for some reason.Mussolini called himself caesar, and instead of being stabbed to death on the Ides of March he was hung upside down on an Esso station sign at the end of April.” Spada shook his head wearily.“Christ said: ‘He who heard and did nothing is like a man who built a house on the earth without a foundation, against which the stream beat vehemently; and immediately it fell.And the ruin of that house was great.’ But that didn’t stop people from building Pompeii under a volcano, or New Orleans on a swamp, where hurricanes were a yearly event.” The aging cardinal sighed.“History is not just who we were, Father Brennan; history is who we are
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