Warren Murphy: The Final Crusade

"Victory!"

That wasn't what Eldon Sluggard had in mind, but it sounded good so he went with it.

"Yes! Victory! Victory over Islam. God has called us to a sacred mission and we're gonna accomplish it. And there's one thing I want you to know when we get out there. When all holy hell breaks loose and the bullets are flyin', you remember that bullets are part of the natural world. But you and Ah are part of the spiritual world because we are fortified with the Holy Spirit. And everyone knows that bullets can't touch the Holy Spirit. "

"Praise be to the Lord," cried the Paladins of the Lord.

"All right, Reverend-Majors, get your units together! We're going to make Holy War!"

And Reverend-General Sluggard marched topside. The Knights of the Lord followed him in double rows, marching lock-step. He had made them practice the lock-step on the voyage. It was the only military skill he knew. He didn't know beans about guns.

The Persian Gulf air was salty and cool. It was night. A low dark line off the starboard bow was the coast of Iran. It looked foreboding. Here and there lantern-rigged dhows sat on the still water like resting butterflies.

"Start lowering the boats," Reverend-General Eldon Sluggard ordered.

Remo and Chiun arrived at the place marked on the map they had taken from the Christian Campground. It was a tree-covered rise overlooking the Gulf.

"Here," proclaimed Chiun, folding up the map. He slid off the donkey Remo was leading.

"I ride the donkey on the way back," Remo muttered.

"Done," said Chiun. who expected to leave Iran by ship. They emerged from a clump of olive trees. The water hissed on the sand below.

"Is that the ship?"

Chiun's eyes narrowed. "It says Seaworthy Gargantuan. It is the name of the ship we saw departing America. "

"Okay, now what do we do? Your great plan is out, unless you think the Crusaders can't read English."

"And I suppose you have a wonderful white plan of your own?" Chiun squeaked.

"Actually not," Remo admitted worriedly. His hearing had picked up sounds, low, disturbing sounds.

Out on the water, a flotilla of speedboats was coming from all directions. They were converging on the Seaworthy Gargantuan.

"Revolutionary Guards," Remo said. "They're going for the tanker."

"And land forces too," added Chiun.

Remo turned. Coming up the road were tanks, jeeps, and armored personnel carriers. In the lead was an open jeep, and standing in the back, clutching a copy of the Koran, was the Grand Ayatollah of Iran. Behind him General Mefki's glassy-eyed head bounced. It was perched on the end of a stick.

"Looks like there's been a power struggle with the military," Remo said drily. "Guess who lost."

The vehicles slowed to a halt. The Grand Ayatollah dismounted and walked to a vantage point where he could survey the Gulf.

"Marg bar Amrika!" he shouted shaking the Koran over his head. "Let them drown in their own blood." A screaming horde of Revolutionary Guards poured out of the vehicles. They wore red headbands with revolutionary slogans written on them in white script. Out in the Gulf, the booming voice of Reverend Sluggard reverberated.

"God is on our side. Let's whip them ragheads!" he shouted.

"Smite them! Allah wills it," returned the Grand Ayatollah.

"You see?" Chiun shouted. "You see, Remo? They call upon the Supreme Creator to aid them in their ridiculous quarrel. Because they call him by different names, fools are willing to go to their deaths."

"So what do we do?"

"You despise the Iranians, do you not?"

"Yeah."

"I make a gift of them to you. I will deal with the Sluggard."

"But-" Remo began. Before he could react, Chiun was running down to the water.

"What the hell," Remo said. He doubled back on the Iranian land force. They were bunched up, exactly counter to all modern rules of close-quarters combat. And they were standing there shouting, "Down, down, USA! Down, down, USA!"

"Up yours!" Remo said, and started to work on them. On the deck of the Seaworthy Gargantuan, Reverend-General Eldon Sluggard saw the speedboats approach. "While you-all are gettin' into the water," he said, "let me speed you on your way with a few words from the Good Book." He opened his mock Bible and began to recite.

" 'Though Ah walk into the Valley of Death, Ah will fear no Ah-ranian for Ah am the meanest sonovabitch in the valley.' "

"Oh, shut up," Victoria Hoar snapped. She was suddenly beside him. "Get into one of those goddamned boats. You're supposed to be their leader, not their cheerleader. "

"Ah'm shoutin' encouragment," he protested. "Ah'll be along once they're rollin'."

Victoria Hoar reached down and pulled one of the throwing knives from Sluggard's own boot. She placed the point at his crotch and warned, "They still make eunuchs in this part of the world. You'd fit right in."

"Ah'm goin'," promised Reverend-General Sluggard. Then, from across the water, there was a sudden hush. Not even the speedboats could smother it. The hush was momentary. It was followed by a long, low sigh. Then a gasp. Then shouts of "Praise be!"

"What the hell is going on?" Victoria Hoar demanded. She looked out over the water. Her red mouth froze open.

"What the fuck?" said Reverend-General Eldon Sluggard.

For running across the water toward the Seaworthy Gargantuan was the Master of Sinanju.

He ran on top of the swells. His sandaled feet made little splashes, but other than that proof of contact with the water he appeared to be floating across the Gulf.

"I do not believe it," Victoria sputtered.

"I told you! I told you!" shouted Eldon Sluggard. "He is the devil, the very devil. He ain't human!"

As everyone watched open-mouthed, Chiun sprinted to the hull of the Seaworthy Gargantuan. He leapt upon the slippery black hull like a spider. He clung for a moment, then there came a sound like a metal punch going through sheet steel. The sound was repeated. It came again.

Sluggard leaned over the rail.

Below, he saw the old Oriental scaling the hull. With each step, Chiun jammed a finger into the hull. That was what was causing the sound. He used the resulting holes for finger and toe grips.

Eldon Sluggard jumped with each sound.

"Save me! Save me!" he wailed, ducking behind Victoria Hoar. He got down on his knees and blubbered.

"A miracle!" the Paladins of the Lord cried. "It's a sign from Heaven!" They lined the rails to watch, their weapons forgotten.

Chiun came over the rail. His sandals were not even wet.

The Knights of the Lord gathered around him. They sought to touch his robe. They asked for his blessing. The Master of Sinanju evaded their hands even though he was swiftly surrounded. Fingers reached for the hem of his kimono sleeves and it was as if the cloth was insubstantial. Some hands reached out to touch his hands and withdrew, stinging. They never saw the swift, remonstrating blows that made their finger bones go numb.

"I am Chiun."

"Chiun. Great Chiun!" they cried. They shouted his name to the heavens.

Chiun, taken aback, allowed his features to soften. "Did you say 'great'?" he asked.

"Great Chiun, the messenger of the Lord!" they called. Chiun smiled. Proper acclaim. This was something new. He raised his open hands as if in blessing.

"I call upon you to cease your war-making," he said.

"It will be done, O Chiun."

"Great Chiun," the Master of Sinanju corrected.

"We have to stop this," Victoria hissed in Sluggard's ear. "He's ruining our whole plan."

"Your whole plan. And I don't want any part of that devil. "

"I have an idea. Start reading."

Eldon Sluggard opened his Bible to a random page. " 'Beware false idols,' " he sang out. " 'For the devil has taken human form to tempt the guillible.' "