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| Short Stories : Interview With an Archangel (Chapter 9) |
CHAPTER 9
One of the attackers tampered with the Robespierre backpack
when two shots broke the silence of the night. Their attackers fell alongside
Sara to the ground. Sara looked around, startled, but couldn't see anyone in the darkness. Visibly in shock, she got up and stormed into Robespierre's arms. After she had calmed down, Robespierre rose and approached her lifeless attackers. He pulled the ski masks from their faces to check their carotid artery to see if they were still alive. Both were dead. He grabbed Sara's hand to get back to her hotel as quickly as possible. Once there, they decided to leave quickly because they feared for their lives.
Nor did he want to be associated with the dead under any circumstances.
They drove straight to Salisbury on Milford Street to get a double room at the
To take the Cathedral Hotel as the way to the Cathetrale was to be done on foot.
Overtired, they fell on their bed and a short time later fell into a deep sleep.
Before entering the hotel, Robespierre hid the scabbard in a cloth under the back seat of his rover. The seal ring adorned his ring finger in the meantime, because it fit him like a piece of cake, much to Sara's reluctance, who said he would attract too much attention with it. On the way from Glatonbury to Salisbury
they had tried to find out who had saved their lives at the well but
they couldn't think of a useful thought, not even who had sent the attackers down on them. The next morning, after taking a long shower,
they decided not to have breakfast in the hotel but in one of the surrounding areas
Dedicating cafes to a hearty morning meal. After she had enjoyed her first sip of the black gold, Sara looked deeply into the steel blue of her great love
Eyes that suggested a great intelligence, which Robespierre distinguished himself by considering every possibility of a foreseeable end before he did anything. Sara lovingly took his hand in hers
to address the word to Him: “What do you think about yesterday's events?
Where will your- our actions end? One thing is certain, someone out there is holding a protective hand over both of us. But for what reasons?
What's his interest? But there is also the possibility that you will be abused
as a tool to find and deliver Excalibur. What is the next question
which is probably also the most important, which side do you serve the “good” or the “bad”? Before answering, he kissed her briefly to calm her down.
“I think I serve the Almighty Father first and foremost and it would be real
Ignorant to think that anyone on our planet could even lift this cup without God's will is utterly absurd because if it exists
the great builder then he also has a plan of creation of all actions
that a person accomplishes during his life. So is every decision
every action predetermined. Since all work on earth is subject to polarization, the so-called dark deeds are also his will and are necessary because they give the good things the opportunity to exist.
Leave the events of the last twenty-four hours behind you and let us concentrate only on the upcoming events ... our visit to the cathethral to find a way into the catacombs. "
After they had finished their extensive breakfast, they followed the stream of tourists
which pushed itself like a cluster in the direction of the catheter beam.
The Episcopal Church with the tallest steeple in Great Britain rose before them. You entered it through a mighty entrance portal and walked through it
the nave with a total length of 134.7 meters and a width of 23.4 meters which was interrupted by two transepts. The nave had three aisles
while the transepts only impressed with their two-aisled architecture.
While they were being pushed deeper and deeper into the interior of the church by the tourist stream, Sara suddenly grabbed his hand as her path was blocked by a beggar who made no move even a millimeter of his position
to change to make room for them. His appearance was repulsive and the sight of him
really terrifying. He wore a dirty bandage over his right eye
half covered by his even dirtier turban. Its exhalation could easily be described as penetrative. Sara turned away in disgust when he opened his mouth to speak and she looked at two black stumps where his teeth must once have been. Right there hit his
black tongue as he whispered to them to follow him inconspicuously. Sara looked a little confused at Robespierre, who symbolized this request with a nod. He led her past the column shafts, which were wonderfully polished black
made of Purbeck marble until they separated from the stream of tourists in a side corridor.
The beggar suddenly stopped in front of one of the old wood paneling that served as a wall covering between the confessionals. One of these panels emerged
as an invisible door that pushed to the side as if by magic
invisible mechanism was set in motion, the trigger of which was the beggar's right hand. He waved the two into the completely dark opening to say goodbye with the following words: “My task has now been completed, wait until night falls before you come out again. The catheter beam closes
at eight PM. Until then, you must remain absolutely calm. What you are looking for
can be found at the end of these stairs that lead directly to the catacombs. Robespierre
thanked him and the door closed as if by magic. You were alone. Sara took off her backpack and looked for the flashlight. After their quest for success
When she was crowned, she switched on the flashlight to immediately look for a mechanism that would allow them to open the door from the inside again.
At eye level she found a black lever that set rollers in motion over a wire that could open the wooden wall over rails that were above and below. Reassured, she sat down next to Robespierre, who was just looking at the clock, and her
announced that they would have to wait about four and a half hours until the catheter beam was closed. Snuggled together, they both fell asleep after three and a half
Hours to wake up again as her limbs fell asleep and the pain became unbearable. They waited another hour and enjoyed the feeling of connection. Finally they heard the heavy front door being locked
and hurried down the stairs to plunge into another adventure with an uncertain outcome. A wooden door blocked their access. Robespierre pushed the heavy bolt aside and opened it with a loud creak. Behind it was a long, dark corridor. They followed him to the end and again a door blocked their way. It too opened and a staircase led it further and further down. Further corridors led to the right and left. Sara paused and Robespierre
asked: "Which course should we follow?" "Follow your intuition," replied Sara.
"So to the right!" Robespierre and they followed the corridor until a heavy metal door blocked the passage. This door was unlike any other it passed through
had. "Ah, so here we are," Robespierre triumphed. One try the door
opening it was unsuccessful. Even with brute force he got no further. The only thing that could help here was the crowbar that had already served him well the previous night. No sooner said than done ... and with a loud thud the heavy door finally flew open.
Sara jumped bravely to the side. An oversized one appeared in the flashlight beam
Crypt. Robespierre looked for a light switch which he shortly afterwards to the right of him found on the masonry. An old black switch was put into operation.
Warm showers of light flooded the room, the actual size of which was only now revealed. The two courageously entered a holy place that seemed to have survived the centuries unscathed. A mighty arched ceiling was built
Supported on the right and left by columns that formed a kind of tour around the sarcophagus, which were lined up in the middle of the room and had to awe out of the viewer. The pillars were adorned with coats of arms from various eras that were artfully worked into sandstone by the stonemason. They showed swords, eagles, crowns and one of the pillars even a kite that appeared to be the image of the bird on Arthur's ring. Between the stamps of strength
(they finally held the entire arched ceiling) there were mighty sandstone slabs, some with Celtic characters and Latin letters,
driven deep into the stone, inscribed. Now they turned their attention to the sarcophagus looming majestically in front of them. They all seemed to consist of different materials that again knew how to distinguish themselves through their different shapes. The first was intricately crafted from basalt, black and mighty. On its lid was a coat of arms, the emblem of which represented two eagles facing each other, whose heads were crowned by three French lilies intertwined with each other. Robespierre asked Sara if this coat of arms looked familiar to her.
Sara thought for a moment before answering: “I saw it once, when I was visiting Montesegur Castle. There in the basement there was an old walled-in sandstone plaque with exactly the same images as the coat of arms
represents this sarcophagus, but I do not know whose family it represents.
I will research it as soon as we are back in London. ”Robespierre took her hand and almost loftily they walked along the sarcophagus until they stood in front of the stone grave that resembled Arthur's in Glastonbury like one egg after another.
He took the seal ring from his finger and began to circle the artefact on the
Look for the stone seal on the edge of the lid. Millimeter by millimeter, his fingers slid over the black stone until they caught it ... the stone seal. He compared it to his ring, the match encouraging him the stone
To combine the seal of a wedding with its golden seal. Sara's gaze met him spellbound as the lid slowly crunched to one side as if by magic.
There it was "Excalibur" the sword of swords. Right next to it, almost inconspicuous
an amphora whose closure seemed to have outlasted the centuries, though its material resembled our present jute fabric like Sara after a short appraisal noted. Robespierre took up the sword. At the same moment the light began to flutter and went out after the lightbulbs exploded with a loud bang.
Excalibur lit up the darkness. Slowly seized the seemingly unearthly
Energy his body. Streams of light flooded his body. Veins shimmered in a bluish light and gave his body a ghostly appearance.
Robespierre's hand firmly gripped Excalibur's gem-studded handle as Sara's gaze, caught in the fascination of the moment, fell to the floor and the
See Arthur's ring. He fell to the floor when the coffin was opened. With presence of mind, she picked it up and looked at Robespierre, whose condition had not changed. Then she saw the Milan in Excalibur's grip. The square, the size of the ring, stood out clearly from the relief-like decorations surrounding it.
She jumped forward and pressed the ring into the hilt of the sword. Immediately the flow of energy was extinguished and Robespierre got his human face back. He collapsed. Excalibur fell to the floor with a clang while Sara picked up the two flashlights
turned on and put a backpack under his head. "Do you know what I saw?" He stammered, "it must be the origin of Excalibur" the forge of the gods ", operated by angels whose splendor and grace of a human eye
never seen. Sara, "and he took her hand," Sara, there are angels, I have seen them,
The sight of them was enormous. With mighty hammers they hit a material that resembles our steel but is definitely not steel because its embers shimmered bluish surrounded by green flames ... this place radiated a peace ... an unbelievable peace. "Sara smiled at him. He grabbed Excalibur, the ring still firmly attached to the shaft, and held it tightly in his hand as if he would never let it go. Sara told him what had happened. Robespierre wanted to remove the ring from the sword, but Sara urgently advised him against it. He got up heavily.
She helped him before taking the amphora out of the sarcophagus and putting it in her backpack. They started their way back. Arrived at the secret door
Sara looked at her watch and said, “It will take about eight hours for the catheter gates to open again. I'll go outside and see
if I can find a place where we can sleep a little. ”She operated the black lever of the secret door, which then gently slid to the side. Robespierre waited for her to return while Sara crept out into the hallowed halls. Her way led her to the confessionals in the second transept. On the way there she found exactly what she was looking for: pillows and seat pads from which she could make a bed. She gathered all the pillows and prepared a bed for the night in one of the confessionals after removing the partition that separated the priest from the sinner and shoving the benches together. Then she got Robespierre and wrapped Excalibur
in his jacket.
Both quickly fell into a dreamless sleep. They had to bend their knees because the length of the confessional did not allow them to stretch out their legs.
A loud noise woke both of them as one of the heavy entrance gates through one
Key has been opened. Sara peered carefully through a slit in the curtain and
couldn't believe her eyes. The old man who opened the secret door for you yesterday
came up to her, neatly dressed and without a turban or blindfold. Both tried to get up but their knees hurt so much that both of them only got the blood circulation going again by massaging their legs before thinking of getting up again. The blood slowly returned to her lower legs.
The old man helped Sara to her feet and said to them: "Hurry up, the stream of tourists will surely start soon." With a look at Robespierre
Jacket he said: "I hope you were successful!" They quickly left the cathetral, when they turned around at the entrance portal, the old man was without a trace
disappeared without revealing his name. They rushed to the hotel to have a hearty breakfast. Then they showered extensively to avoid the exertions
to wash away last night like a rain shower in summer washes away the dust of the streets. Robespierre settled the bill and they left Salisbury, whose greatest secret they had wrested from their cathetrals. In the Land Rover, Sara finally got her attention to the amphora. Robespierre drove the car toward London. He tried to make friends with left-hand traffic which gave him
and the further they went from Salisbury they gradually succeeded. Sara carefully removed the old rag that was protecting the contents of the artefact. She carefully took out a rolled up leather parchment. A narrow gold ring
embraced this messenger of the past. Carefully she freed the parchment from his embrace. With trembling hands she began to unroll it. It was littered with characters over and over. A mighty Milan towered over the text, the upper half of which was written in Celtic runes and the lower half in Latin letters. Sara could read the runes and started translating. "Robespierre, listen to the text from days long gone ...
I, Arthur Pentdragon, son of Usher Pentragon, almighty King of England
hereby determine for all eternity that the one who is in possession of the royal sword Excalibur should rule over England. He should rush to the royal court and claim his rights. Because he alone is entitled to wear the crown of England and to call himself king from then on. Legitized by King Arthur in 873
in the name of the Lord. "
Sara scanned the Latin text and informed Robespierre that he was probably carrying the same content. She carefully rolled it up again and put it back in the amphora. She was just considering the implications this document could mean for England when her gaze fell in the rear-view mirror and she spotted the heavy black limo that followed them at a proper distance.
She watched them for a while until she was sure that they were really being followed before she pointed it out to Robespierre. He accelerated the pace whereupon the heavy car swerved behind them to keep up with the pace.
Now they were sure they were being followed.
The pursuers caught up and then dropped back to a proper distance. “I was afraid of something like that,” snorted Robespierre, annoyed, “they want us. Do you already have an idea what we can do? ”“ Yes, ”Sara replied,“ about thirty miles from here my uncle has a safe place. I'll call him and ask if he'll see us. ”Twenty minutes later they were warmly welcomed to Midford Castle.
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