Alex Scarrow - The Doomsday Code

‘Secrets? The Grail?’

‘And so much more.’

Bob and Becks seemed to perk up. Liam suspected they were both carefully studying his face, his body language, for telltale signs of truth or deception.

‘What?’

Cabot looked at him, uneasy with breaking oaths of secrecy he’d long ago been sworn to.

‘Mr Cabot? What else is there?’

‘Ye understand, in telling ye … more, I am betraying the order of Templars. Do ye understand this?’

‘But you left them anyway, right? So …?’

‘Aye,’ he shrugged. He tipped the cup of wine down his throat. ‘After Jerusalem fell and Richard announced his crusade to retake it, I learned how much blood would be spilled in the name of God. When King Richard arrived in the Holy Land with his army, I saw in him a powerful obsession. A dangerous obsession.’ Cabot’s eyes met Liam’s. ‘He had learned of the Treyarch Confession … he’d come for the Grail.’

Becks stirred. ‘I have no details of a “Treyarch Confession”. What is this?’

‘The Treyarch Confession is an account written by a man called Gerard Treyarch. He and his brother were soldiers in the First Crusade. They were among the Christian army that first captured Jerusalem in 1099. Ye know of this?’

Liam didn’t. He turned to the other two. ‘Bob? Becks?’

‘The First Crusade is launched by Pope Urban II in 1095. The objective is to capture the city of Jerusalem and expel the Muslims. The crusade is successful and in 1099 after a short siege the crusaders enter the city. In the days that follow the soldiers are said to have massacred every Muslim inside …’

Cabot nodded. ‘Men, women … children.’

Bob continued: ‘The city of Jerusalem and the Holy Land remain in Christian hands for nearly a century under a succession of ‘guardian’ Christian kings. It is known as The Kingdom of Heaven and peace ensues for nearly ninety years. Then, in 1187, the Muslims finally retake the city under the successful general, Saladin.’

‘Saladin?’ said Liam.

Bob nodded. ‘Saladin is merciful and allows Christians to remain in the city, and orders his men not to ransack the Christian holy places.’

‘So, what is this Treyarch thing, then, Mr Cabot?’ asked Liam.

Cabot began guardedly. ‘During that century of Christian rule and peace, Gerard and Raymond Treyarch are said to have discovered something in the vaults beneath Jerusalem. The Treyarch Confession is said to be Gerard’s account of this.’

‘Discovered what?’

‘An ancient thing.’

Cabot pressed his lips firmly together as if he was willing them to remain closed.

‘And?’

‘The story goes … a scroll that was over a thousandyearsold . From the time of the Christ.’

‘Jay-zus!’ Liam blurted.

Cabot frowned at him. ‘Indeed … the time of Jesus Christ.’

‘What did it say?’

‘I have never read the Treyarch Confession, but I have heard it reveals nothing of what was in the text from the time of the Christ … it is only an account of what they did with it.’

Cabot bit into an apple. ‘It is said they transcribed the text of the original message to a ciphered form and then destroyed it.’

Liam sat up straight. ‘Destroyed it? Why?’

‘’Tis unknown.’ Cabot hunched his shoulders. ‘Perhaps because the truth it contained was far too dangerous for mortal man to know? Perhaps it contained the real spoken words of God and they have a power we do not understand.’

‘And this rewritten version — this encoded version,’ said Liam, ‘ that is the Holy Grail?’

‘Ahh, ye are half right, lad. It is that version, and the key to deciphering it — those two things together are what is known as the Grail.’ He nodded warily. ‘’Tis a good thing that the Grail is two parts, kept separate.’

‘You believe it has powers, Mr Cabot?’ said Becks.

‘I believe it had the power to send both the Treyarch brothers mad.’

‘Uh?’ Liam’s eyes widened. ‘Seriously?’

‘Raymond Treyarch, ’tis said, killed himself in Jerusalem, and Gerard ended his years in some monastery in Aquitaine where he wrote his Confession and, as the story goes, went quite insane.’

The fire was dying down. Liam reached for another log and gently placed it on the pile of glowing, pulsing charcoal and embers. ‘So then, we know one half of the Grail has been stolen by this hooded fella and his bandits …’

‘Aye, the enciphered text.’

‘Where’s the other bit, then?’ asked Liam. ‘The key bit?’

‘While Jerusalem existed under Christian kings, the text itself was guarded by Templar Knights in Jerusalem and the key was guarded by another order in the city of Acre, a hundred miles north. Then both cities fell to Saladin … and so Richard launched his crusade to retrieve both items.’

Cabot’s eyes looked a thousand miles away. ‘I was there when Acre fell to Richard’s army.’ He sighed. ‘I was there, I watched as all three thousand Muslim defenders were beheaded. I believe he acquired the key that day. That was his celebration.’

Liam shuddered at the thought of that. ‘So he wanted both things, and he managed to get both things … but sent the text to England?’

‘Question,’ said Becks. ‘Why would he do that?’

‘For safety. King Richard, I know, feared rivals, perhaps other kings who might also know of the Treyarch Confession. His army of crusaders became weakened after it became clear it was too small a force to besiege and take Jerusalem. His fighting men started to return to their home countries — as I did a year before. He sent one half of the Grail home for safekeeping and kept the other, the key to decoding it, with him.

‘Now, his return home has been delayed by shipwreck and imprisonment. Two years he has waited to get home — two years knowing he has had the means to unlock the words of God, and finally he returns …’

‘And John has lost it to this hooded fella.’

Cabot nodded.

Liam could see why the poor man had looked so unhappy at every mention of his brother’s name.

‘King Richard will kill him on his return,’ uttered Cabot. ‘Of that I have no doubt. I believe this obsession has twisted his mind beyond any reason.’

Becks broke a long silence punctuated only by the crack and hiss of a burning log. ‘Question: what has the word Pandora got to do with the Holy Grail?’

Cabot seemed hesitant to answer that.

‘Mr Cabot?’ Liam prompted.

His voice was low, barely more than a whisper. ‘It is the oneword of the original message that the Templars were permitted to know.’

Liam stroked his chin thoughtfully. ‘Becks … Bob?’ Four grey eyes panned to rest on him. ‘If we got our hands on this Grail text, would you two be able to decode it?’

‘Unknown,’ said Becks.

‘We have insufficient data on the encryption technique used at this time,’ added Bob.

‘But say we got it, and managed to take it back to …’ He glanced at Cabot. Perhaps it was best not to reveal the precise year to him. ‘If we got it back home , maybe that Adam fella could work it out?’

‘It is a possibility,’ said Becks.

‘It is not just a child’s puzzle for ye to solve!’ snapped Cabot. ‘This — this is Our Lord’s words! A sacred truth! And, lad, ye talk of it like a … like a game to be played!’

Liam returned a stern expression. ‘It is no game, Mr Cabot. Not to me, at any rate. We are here because, well … because these may not be the words of Our Lord. They could be the words of people like ourselves, other travellers in time.’