The Quest

Mercado told Gann, “There are possibly some good Italian Army maps in the Ethiopian College in Vatican City.”

“Excellent. I’d like to take a look at them.”

“I’m working on that.”

Gann also informed them, “There is a Falasha village in the vicinity, as I mentioned to Mr. Purcell at Getachu’s parade ground. These Jews may be a key to locating the black monastery.” He explained, “There seems to be some… ancient relationship there.”

Vivian asked, “What is that relationship?”

Gann further explained, “The royal family, of course, has Jewish blood from Solomon, and they are proud of that. Proud, too, that they, through the Coptic Church, are the keepers of the Ark of the Covenant, which presumably they are keeping safe for the Jews. The Jews there, the Falashas, see Jesus as a great Jewish prophet and they revere him, and presumably they also believe in the Holy Grail-the kiddush cup of Jesus’s last Passover meal.” He asked his companions, “Do you see the connection?”

Everyone nodded.

Gann continued, “Also, it would appear that the only connection the black monastery has with the outside world is through this Falasha village. Shoan.”

Purcell inquired, “What sort of connection?”

Gann replied, “A spiritual connection. But also a practical connection. Food, medical supplies-”

“They have the Holy Grail,” Purcell reminded him. “Cures what ails you.”

“Yes… well… good point.” He continued, “The monastery, like most monasteries, is self-sufficient, but even a monk needs new underwear now and then. Sandals and candles. And a bit of wine.”

Purcell asked, “How do you know all this?”

“We can discuss that in Ethiopia.”

“All right.” Purcell said, “It would seem, then, that the Falashas know how to find the black monastery.”

Gann replied, “My understanding is that there is a meeting place somewhere between the monastery and the village.”

Purcell nodded. He had this feeling, as he’d had in Ethiopia, that he’d fallen through the rabbit hole. He said to Mercado, “This is a whole chapter in our book, Henry. Jews for Jesus.”

Gann changed the subject. “Have you thought about how you will actually get into this walled monastery if you find it?”

Purcell admitted, “We haven’t thought that far ahead-about pulling off a heist in a monastery filled with club-wielding monks.”

Gann nodded. “Well… we can discuss that if or when the time comes.”

“Right.” But the more Purcell thought about all this, the more he believed that time might never come. More likely, they’d wind up in Getachu’s camp again, or if they were really unlucky, they’d meet up with the Gallas. Henry and Vivian, however, believed they were chosen to find the Holy Grail, and that God would watch over them. As for himself, he half believed half of that.

Purcell asked Gann, “If you can get back into Ethiopia, will you actually come with us to the monastery?”

“Am I invited?”

Vivian cautioned, “This would be more dangerous for you than for us.” She asked, “And how would you get into the country?”

Gann reminded them, “I am officially a fugitive from Ethiopian justice, so I will not be applying for a return visa. I will acquire another identity and fly in from Cairo on a commercial flight.” He informed them, “I have access to everything I need in regard to a passport and a forged visa.”

Vivian said, “Sounds risky.”

“Not too.” He explained, “The security people at Addis airport are totally inept-except the ones who are corrupt.” He informed them, “That was how I flew in last time. I was Charles Lawson then, a Canadian citizen, and within a few days I was Colonel Sir Edmund Gann again, up north with Prince Joshua.”

Vivian pointed out, “They know what you look like now.”

“You, Miss Smith, will not know what I look like when I see you in Ethiopia.”

Purcell inquired, “What is your motivation, Colonel, in risking your life?”

“I believe we had this discussion on a hilltop.” He informed everyone, “I am being well paid by the Ethie expat community, but even if I weren’t, I’d do this because I believe in it.”

“And what is it that you believe in?”

“The restoration of the monarchy and the liberation of the Ethiopian people from Communism, tyranny, and terror.”

“Do you get paid for trying? Or only for success?”

“Both.” He admitted, “The princely payment comes when the emperor or his successor is back on the throne.”

“Do you get a palace?”

“I get the satisfaction of a job well done-and the honor of having changed history.”

Vivian asked Gann, “Will you be coming to Sicily with us?”

“I’m afraid not. As I explained to Mr. Mercado earlier, I have related business here in Rome.”

Mercado informed Gann, “Neither the Vatican nor the Ministry of War nor the Franciscans seem to have any record of Father Giuseppe Armano, which is why we need to go to Berini-to establish his existence. And also to notify next of kin of his fate.”

Gann thought about that, then replied, “Well, I suppose his name could have been lost.” He added, “But if the Vatican wants his name lost, then they’ve been to Berini before you.”