Alex Lukeman - The Cup

Three men entered the church. Nick's ear began itching. He reached up and tugged on the mutilated lobe, where a Chinese bullet had clipped him on the day he'd met Selena.

"You're doing that thing again," Ronnie said.

"What thing?"

"Pulling on your ear."

"Just a habit," Nick said. "It doesn't always mean trouble."

"Yeah, sure," Ronnie said.

Sometimes when something bad was going to happen, his ear began itching. The worse it itched, the more trouble was coming his way. It was a gift or a curse, depending on how you looked at it. The gift had made his Irish grandmother an outcast in the old country, but it had saved Nick's life more than once.

"It's probably nothing," he said.

"Looks like Selena is getting along fine with the priest," Lamont said.

"I'm more interested in those three that just came in."

"They don't feel right to me," Lamont said. "One of them just looked at us, pretending he wasn't."

"Maybe he's checking you out," Ronnie said.

"Nah. You're more his type."

Nick sighed. "You guys want to cut it out?"

"Here comes Selena." Ronnie nodded in her direction.

"Any luck?" Nick asked.

"Nothing useful. When they went back for the icon they recovered a few other things they'd hidden when they were forced to leave. He didn't say anything about a cup."

"He wouldn't, would he? I wonder if there's an archive, a record of what they hid away when they abandoned the monastery."

"There's no way they'll let us see any records."

"Not if we ask. We'll come back tonight."

They parked down the road from the church and walked the rest of the way. Dressed in dark clothes, they were almost invisible under a moonless sky.

Breaking into the church was easy. The doors and entrances were stout in the old tradition and locked at night, but the locks were modern. Ronnie worked his picks and within a minute they were inside the building. Nick waited to see if an alarm would sound. All was silent.

Most of the cavernous space was in shadow. A few candles burned in the darkness, creating a feeling of a time long past. The miraculous icon was lit in its alcove across the way. It gave off a soft, golden glow.

"The office is that way," Selena said.

"Stay away from the icon," Nick said. "I wouldn't be surprised if they have an alarm set for that."

The office door was unlocked. Inside was a desk, a computer, and a row of gray filing cabinets. An old-fashioned floor safe on wheels sat against one wall. It was painted green and decorated with leaves and vines painted in fading gold leaf. There was a large combination dial in the center of the door, with a brass handle underneath.

A single nightlight lit the room. A glass display case with religious artifacts, documents and several old books sat against one wall..

Selena looked at the filing cabinets. "I'm surprised they don't have everything on computers by now."

"They might keep the files as physical backup," Nick said.

"How do you want to start?" Selena asked.

"With the display case."

He tried the lid of the case. It was locked.

"I'll get it open," Ronnie said.

"Lamont, you've got sentry duty."

"Right."

Lamont went back into the main area.

Ronnie lifted the lid of the case and rested it against the wall.

"All yours, Kemo Sabe."

"See if you can get the safe open while we look here."

Ronnie went to the safe and knelt in front of it, leaned his ear against the door and began turning the dial. Selena started looking through the contents of the case. She ignored everything except the books and documents. After fifteen minutes, Ronnie was still working on the combination.

Nick was getting impatient.

"We can't stay here all night. Someone might check on the building once in a while."

Selena placed a leather bound journal back in the case. "This is hopeless, Nick. There's too much material to go through in a short time. Everything here is from when the monastery was in Turkey, but I haven't found anything dating back to the time of Anastasius."

"You think we're wasting our time?"

"There could be something in here but I don't see how we're going to find it without cooperation from the church authorities. We need permission to examine everything at leisure."

"Does anything stand out at all?"

Selena shook her head.

"What about the file cabinets?"

"We're here, we might as well take a quick look."

Selena pulled open a drawer at random.

"These are construction invoices from nineteen fifty-two." She opened another drawer. "Comments about the annual Feast of the Dormition. It's the major celebration here."

"I never heard of that."

"It's a Greek Orthodox celebration. In their teachings, the Virgin Mary fell asleep when she died and was taken in her sleep to heaven. The feast is a celebration of her ascension."

Across the room, there was a loud sound of metal against metal as Ronnie unlocked the safe.

"Got it." He swung the door open.

"Good work, amigo."

"Not much in here. Looks like a few hundred dollars in cash, probably from the entrance donations. Some legal papers. A box."

"What's in the box?"

Ronnie stood, holding a flat metal box in his hands. The box was rusty and sharp cornered, made of tin. Ronnie pried back the lid and swore.

"Damn. Cut my finger on the edge of this thing."

He put the finger against his mouth and sucked on it. Then he looked down at the box.

"Whoa. We've got another tile here."

"Jackpot," Nick said.

Selena came over. "Let's see."

The tile was a mate to the one in Sweden. This one, too, showed a figure, but it was not the same man.

He was bearded like the emperor's confessor but was dressed differently, in a brown robe that hung to his sandaled feet. A rope belt encircled his waist. Keys hung from it.

There were other differences between the two tiles. This figure faced to the right. On the other tile, the priest had faced left. On the first tile, Anastasius was pointing at the earth with the index finger of his left hand and holding the Grail in front of him. On this one, the figure held a golden staff in his right hand, his index finger pointing to heaven. Toward the top of the staff, two snakes curled toward each other. At the top was a cross composed of four diamonds. His left arm was held out in front of him, his hand open in anticipation of receiving something. Rays of light streamed down on him from above.

Beneath the figure was a phrase in Latin.

Et infra, ut supra

"As below, so above," Selena said. "This man looks like a monk, not a priest."

Lamont came into the office. "I think I saw someone outside."

"Time to boogie," Nick said. "Ronnie, you take the box."

The candles in the church cast enough light to see where they were going without flashlights. They moved in a fast crouch across the floor. At the side entrance where they'd come in, Nick paused.

"If we run into someone out there, chances are he'll be local. Don't hurt him."

There was no one outside. If someone had been there, he was gone. Their car was on the side of the road about fifty yards from the parking lot. They were almost to it when three men stepped out of the darkness. They were holding AK carbines that had been concealed under their winter jackets.

The leader pointed his weapon at Nick. He was stocky, bearded. He wore a wool watch cap pulled down over his ears.

"Far enough. You stop there. Hands up."

The three I saw in the church, Nick thought . That accent is Middle Eastern, probably Iraq.

They raised their hands. "What do you want?" Nick asked. "We don't have much money."

"Not money. You look for something in church. Tell us what you find."