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| Short Stories : Interview With an Archangel (Chapter 8) |
CHAPTER 8
The second key is here in France, the Ark of the Covenant, it symbolizes the element earth. The third key is in Spain, the Holy Grail, it symbolizes the element of water.
The fourth key is in Egypt. This is the pyramidon, the gold tip that once adorned the roof of the pyramid, element earth. My people are in Spain at the moment and here in France. I'm going to Egypt tomorrow to look for the fourth key. I have chosen you to fly to England and bring me the fourth key, Excalibur, to which the will of the Almighty be done.
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I have a ticket for you to London here. The flight leaves tomorrow at noon. As soon as you have arrived, a rental car is ready for you at the airport. Your route is already programmed into the navigation device. The key is under your name at the counter of this rental company. ”He handed him a green business card. “You take the car on your way to Glastonbury. There is a room in the Number Three Hotel in your name. It is the best house in the area and will probably meet your requirements. It is reserved for two days. This city is a place steeped in history. There the Holy Grail is said to have fallen into the well there for Mary Magdalene's uncle. Since then, the well water has had a reddish color and science has not yet found a plausible explanation for this. This place is considered to be the most energetic in Europe. There is a much more energy-releasing place in southern Spain where the cause lies ... the Holy Grail. "
Michael looked at his watch and said, “or was up to this point if my people managed to get hold of him. But now we come to your assignment at Glastonbury. Near Glastonbury Abbey, the ruins of a medieval monastery whose last abbot and 51 of his monks accepted the Supreme Act in 1534, but the monastery was abolished in September and its last abbot, Richard Whyting, was executed together with two of his monks. They were executed on November 15, 1539 at St Michael's Gate.
May God have mercy on their souls, "Michael made the sign of the cross and continued:
“The first British church around which the monastery was later built is said to have been built at Glastonbury at the behest of Joseph of Arimathea to house the Grail.
There is the said well. Wait for the night and get down. When you have reached the approximate center you will see a metal ring that has been embedded in the wall of the fountain. You have to turn it to the right with this number combination, "he handed Robespierre the paper with the rows of numbers," if there is a five, for example, you have to turn the ring five times to the right and then count to sixty before you turn the ring again.
The reason for this is then about ten meters below you because by turning the ring you set a complicated gear mechanism in motion that opens a door to a secret passage about one and a half meters below you in the well wall. You follow this until you reach a mighty metal gate. In the gate you will see four hyroglyphs, each of which you have to turn twice 360 degrees to the right. When you're done, repeat the process in reverse order. You can then easily open the gate when you pull out the hyroglyphs. The room you then enter is an anteroom to the grave of King Arthur. There is a mighty bronze gate on the right. To open the gate there is a numerical code on the back of the paper that I gave you, which must be used as follows: you stand to the right of the bronze gate and the first number determines the row of stones from top to bottom, the second and third numbers you have to add them together to determine the stone that you then count from the bronze gate. When you remove it, a secret compartment with a golden key opens which will open the gate. When you enter the room you will see a black sarcophagus in the middle. Below the lid, if you run your hand along the stone border, you will eventually feel a small bump. If you press it firmly, the lid lifts to the side and you will be the first person to look into King Arthur's face, or what is left of it, after about twelve hundred years. In his left hand you will find two things: 1. A gold ring 2. A sword scabbard that is set over and over with precious stones made of pure gold. Take both and leave the grave immediately on the same way you came and don't forget to turn the iron ring again in the reverse order so that Arthur finds his peace forever because you close his grave forever. When you have left the fountain look at the ring and you will see the image of a kite on its front. The mark of Merlin.
With both artifacts you will be on your way to Salisbury immediately. You will visit the cathedral there to look in the catacombs for a sarcophagus that resembles Arthur down to the smallest detail. On this sarcophagus there is a notch that resembles that of the signet ring, so that the kite's head turns its gaze to the right. After the lid of the sarcophagus has opened you will see the fourth key in front of you.
The sword of swords. The first that the world has ever seen. Belinus, as the Celts originally called it, Excalibur, the name that history gave it over the centuries. There's something else next to the sword. An old amphora containing an extremely important document. Once you have removed this document, you must never pass it on to third parties. It identifies the owner as the rightful King of England and Normandy. In the wrong hands, this document would have dire consequences for the English royal house. Here is a thousand pounds for your expenses. Robespiere, will you bring my sword back to me, do you want to do that for me? ”Robespierre thought about it for a moment and then said yes with a firm voice. “One more thing, my friend, there are forces who, under all circumstances, would like to prevent me from coming into possession of the sword, the fourth key. There is a very old organization that would like to take over the monarchy, that is aware of the existence of this document and wants to get hold of it under all circumstances. Guard it with all means at your disposal. All I have left is to wish you a successful treasure hunt. Have faith in God as I have faith in you. If you are back in France, please contact me immediately.
One more thing at the end, when you are in Glastonbury have another glass of the water from the fountain, it will help you to remember your inner strength. "
He took Robespierre's hand and squeezed it as if he wanted to give him his strength on his journey. Robespierre immediately returned to his hotel to make travel arrangements.
He emailed Sara to let her know that he would be in London the next day to do business. Maybe there would also be a way to see each other. He told her the time of his expected arrival, and if her time allowed she could pick him up from the airport. Then he went to bed, not without first setting his alarm clock, which he had activated again for a long time, because he had to get up early if he wanted to catch his flight from Paris. The next morning he didn't leave the hotel early in the morning without checking out for a few days. Sara had answered and would meet him in London. He parked his car at the airport
Charles de Gaulle and hurried to his plane from British Aiways with which he flew to London. There he landed punctually at 3:36 p.m. and, after a thorough passport control, hurried to the counter of the rental car company, because there he had made an appointment with Sara.
She hugged him like a returned prodigal son and Robespierre felt a sense of love and familiarity rise within him, which he surrendered for a moment before the car rental agent asked to give him the keys to a black Range Rover. He followed Sara into the parking lot and with her help he quickly found the parking space for his car. She explained him how to use the left-hand gearbox and drove him to her car. There she got into her red Austin-Martin and asked him to follow her. She had a city apartment nearby and he would be happy to relax there. They drove over Bath Road to High Street Harlington, where Sara turned left into Warner Close after about two hundred meters and parked her car. He followed her to her apartment past a security guard who greeted her warmly. It was a friendly eight family apartment house for a well-off clientele. Her apartment was lavishly furnished and cluttered with replicas of artifacts from Egypt and North Africa. Your "apartment" turned out to be an extremely spacious five room apartment. She led him into an extremely spacious living room. There he was greeted by a mighty desk which, framed by palm trees and bamboo plants, gave the room its own tropical atmosphere. There were statues of Egyptian deities in all four corners. Horus, Isis, Seth and Anubis seemed to form a magical square, the center of which was just above Sara's desk. Sara approached the desk to show him the images from the satellite over Pi-Ramses. They seemed like X-rays of the Earth's interior. Different shades could be seen everywhere. Sara said it will take months to evaluate it, but then she smiled at him, sure of victory, pointed to a dark spot on one of the recordings and said: “If you are right with your assumptions then the secret facility is right here , “And she pointed her finger at a dark black spot.
“But we only know exactly after the scientific evaluation. “She turned away from him and led him into the kitchen. “What kind of business actually drives you to the> land of angels? <I'll prepare a little dinner for us and then you have to tell me all about it. She prepared steaks with kidney pie and summer trifle with strawberries for dessert. Robespierre set the table very romantically with flower decorations and candles that he found in the very modern kitchen.
After the food was prepared, Sara turned off the lights and Robespierre lit the candles. Then he opened the word to Sara: “I'm here on a secret mission, so to speak. Looking for or better, I think I know where a very old artifact from the realm of sagas and mysteries is. ”Sara moved closer to him and her gaze had the seductive power of amazons and did not miss its effect. "Please tell me all about it, I've taken a few days off and can go with you if you want." "Let me sleep over it for a night," replied Robespierre. She laughed at him and kissed him completely unprepared. This kiss surprised both of them. She got up and took his hand to lead him into her bedchamber, which with its oriental charm Robespierre was under his spell. Sara fell upon him. She literally tore his clothes off his body like a hungry she-wolf. Her kisses flitted over his body like butterflies and the touch seemed to have no beginning and no end.
He returned with the most tender touches of her breasts and caresses of hers
Nipples that rose from the gentle play of his tongue. Untamable lust broke through their bodies. He approached the mound of her pubic mound with his face, which she offered to him with relish with a low moan. It radiated the fire of a crystal that had been polished smooth by the waters of centuries. His tongue penetrated deep into her to cool the fire of lust in her a little. He left the valley of lust and his tongue flew over her body to slowly approach her half-open mouth, which greedily absorbed it. At the same moment his wand of pleasure penetrated her deeper and deeper, again and again. Time and space melted in the sweat of their embrace and led them into unfamiliar realms of their souls. They reached their climax together, which poured into them like a huge explosion, they were only one with everything for a brief moment, everything was one with them. In complete exhaustion and with a feeling of happiness they had never known before, they fell into a deep sleep. Closely embraced their sight in the light of the moon resembled that of the angels on the day of creation. As morning slowly approached Robespierre woke his lover and whispered in her ear: “I have to go to Glastonbury soon, if you want you can come with me. You are cordially invited. On the way I will explain to you what I want there. ”He had decided to be absolutely open to her.
He was sure that she absolutely justified the trust he placed in her. His inner voice gave him that feeling of familiarity with her, as if he had known her for a long, infinitely long time.
After an extensive English breakfast, they boarded the rover towards Glastonbury. Sara took over the steering wheel because Robespierre was still having trouble getting used to left-hand traffic. He told her everything Michael had told him that evening when he gave him his assignment. After that he felt infinitely relieved to share his knowledge with Sara and not to bear the burden alone as he was now looking at this task, but only recognized it during the conversation. Sara listened intently as they reached their destination Glastonbury via Basingstoke and Warminster. They parked their car in front of the Number Three Hotel on Magdalene Street. After they had checked in and he had quickly moved to a double room, he left the hotel to run errands for their nightly adventure.
He drove as far as Coxley to get helmets, ropes, belts and powerful flashlights, a small crowbar and two rucksacks. Then he returned to the hotel to explore the grounds around Glastenbury Abbey with Sara. They found the fountain that Michael had mentioned and drank three glasses of its soothing cool water. Robespierre told her about the energizing effect of the water, in fact, they felt a gentle tingling sensation wandering through their bodies, like small electric shocks it flowed through their bodies.
They returned to the hotel and enjoyed their togetherness. Robespierre set the alarm clock for eleven o'clock before falling asleep happily in her arms. They set out that night. After about twenty minutes on the way to the Abbey, Sara suddenly grabbed his hand. “You Rob, (that's what she called him now and then
lovingly) I think someone is following us. ”She spoke French to him because she had a perfect command of it, while Robespierre's English could only be described as sufficient. He heard the fear in her voice and calmed her down, not without raising his awareness. But he couldn't make out anyone who was chasing them. After they had reached the ruins, they approached the fountain whose access was blocked by a metal gate at night. Robespierre looked calmly at the rusted lock. It wouldn't be a real obstacle. He took the crowbar and with a quick jerk the lock popped open. "I'll get down there now and you will secure me from up here." "You thought so, now that the fun starts you want to leave me up here alone." He gave in to her insistence, although he was uncomfortable. He found a metal hook on the outside of the well wall to which he attached the two ropes he had brought with him. They buckled their belts and put the flashlights in their belts. The descent finally began.
Carefully they lowered themselves to the wall of the fountain, meter by meter they approached their goal. The dark shaft swallowed them up in the night. Sara switched on her flashlight and Robespierre estimated it was fifteen meters from the surface of the water. He laughed at Sara and said "We can take a bath down there afterwards." She smiled and replied "but only if you are the first to take it." To feel your hands because you could hardly see anything on the mossy wall with the beam of the flashlight. Sara helped him and so they slowly felt their way down. Sara screamed that she had found the iron ring. She looked at Robespierre who approached her and whispered into him
Ear, "let the games begin". Robespierre smiled at her and took the crowbar from the side pocket of the rucksack. He loosened the ring with small taps before he used the lever to turn it. He had exactly memorized the sequence of the number combination. He had to use all his strength to make the first turn. Slowly, infinitely slowly, the ring loosened. He turned it following the combination until a loud creak broke the nocturnal calm.
There really was a secret entrance that opened up here under her feet, thought Robespierre and shared his thoughts with Sara. The sound of the stones rubbing against each other sounded like a symphony in his ears. They rappelled down together until they reached the now open door. Robespierre was the first to step into the corridor in front of them, loosened his rope and pulled Sara in until she felt solid ground under her feet. After she was freed from the rope, she shone
Robespierre in the dark. Three meters in front of them they could see the outline of the gate Michael had mentioned. The sight of it was overwhelming. This gate was about seven meters long and eight meters high. In front of them rose iron bars as thick as a finger and crossed every eight inches. Between the poles in the resulting fields were silver-shimmering cassettes adorned with colored ornaments.
They showed roses in different phases of their blooming. Sara delightedly pointed it out to him. Her eyes lit up at him. He could see the sheer thirst for adventure in it. Centuries-old dust lay on the cassettes, which Robespierre removed with his sleeve. And there they were, the four hiroglyphs. Together they turned the signs of the gods until the gate opened with a loud creak. They advise the vestibule of the tomb. The room was round and at least fifteen meters high. The mighty bronze gate aroused their curiosity. Sara let her hand slide lovingly over the unevenness of the bronze. To the right and left were two torches that she lit. On the floor there was a gutter with dark liquid that ran about eight inches from the wall through the entire hall. It was only interrupted in the area of the gate to Arthur's grave. Sara bent down and dipped her finger in the black liquid and brought it to her nose. "Oil," she said. She lit the black gold.
The fire bathed the hall in a warm, cozy light and Egyptian hyroglyphs were visible on the walls. Sara was delighted. Robespierre groped the stone wall to find the hidden opening mechanism. He soon found the stone he was looking for, but it could not be moved with his bare hand and so he took the crowbar for the second time that night and detached the stone from the wall. The moment he removed it, a secret compartment opened two rows of stones below. He bent down and took out the key made of pure gold which he proudly presented to Sara. He asked her over and together they stood in front of the gate. "Today you will have the honor of opening this grave of the greatest King of England", his voice got a reverent sound. The key opened the old lock as if someone had been there yesterday to oil it. Robespierre took the huge knob and opened the gate noiselessly. Sara stepped ahead with a torch. On the wall was a rusty bracket in which she attached the torch.
They were in a room the size of which they could not see because the light from the torch was insufficient. Sara drew Robespierre's attention to the walls that were decorated over and over with Celtic runes. Her gaze wandered reverently over the ancient writing of the Celts and in her mind she was already translating these texts that would remain with her today without aids. She turned to Robespierre and asked him: "Do you have any idea why there are hyroglyphs on the walls in the vestibule and Celtic runes here?"
“As far as I can tell from Michael's stories, the hyroglyphs are Atlantic
Origin and the runes Celtic that means the vestibule must be much older than this burial chamber. Perhaps this whole system was originally intended for completely different tasks, but that should result from the texts in the vestibule. The only problem is if we go out here afterwards and I turn the iron ring as soon as the front door is completely locked, all of this is locked forever.
But maybe there is a way to prevent this by simply not locking the door completely. ”“ There is definitely something about it, ”Sara replied,“ but let's take a look at this beautiful sarcophagus. ”They both stepped to it Object of their desire. Sara's hand caressed the polished black marble while Robespierre went to look for the bump on the outer edge. He circled the sarcophagus twice before his search was crowned with success. He had to press on the elevation with all his strength until the lid pushed to the side with a loud crunch. About halfway along the way he stopped and gave a free look inside. Robespierre grabbed Sara's hand as they both let their gaze wander into the open sarcophagus which, after hundreds of years, revealed the face of a great king. His skull was in astonishingly good condition. Snow white he presented himself to his viewers. He seemed to be smiling at both of them as if he were looking forward to looking into a human face again after long dark eons. His head was adorned with a mighty crown of pure gold
in the middle of which a mighty sapphire stood out from the surrounding gemstones and whose light demanded an eerie moment from the situation. Below the skull, the remains of a blue skirt could be seen that barely covered the skeleton underneath. His right hand was ennobled by a mighty gold signet ring that Robespierre carefully pulled from his ring finger bone.
He saw the scabbard of Excalibur under the left lower leg bone.
He took it out carefully and handed it to Sara. They looked at that with awe
Artefact covered in precious stones over and over. “What are you going to do with this treasure? Asked Sara in an awe-inspiring voice. “I'll take him to Michael with the sword that goes with it. I leave the skeleton and the crown to science, that is, when we have found Excalibur you can present this grave to the world public and sell it as your discovery. "" You already know that all of this is the property of England, "replied Sara. “I don't have to enrich myself, I will use it for a higher purpose by passing it on to Michael. I don't think so that after Excalibur has served its purpose, he will give it back to the English people so that we will really find it. Don't worry because you are in the company of men of honor, ”he replied. She smiled at him and hugged him. Both left the burial chamber after Robespierre had safely stowed the treasure in his backpack.
They began their ascent out of the dark well shaft until they reached the opening mechanism. Robespierre turned it exactly in the reverse number combination so that the masonry closed noisily below them before they continued their ascent towards the edge of the well. When they reached the top, they suddenly looked into the bright light of two flashlights. They were awaited by two hooded men with black ski masks and two pistols at the ready. Strong hands pulled her over the edge of the well and threw her face to the ground.
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