Seven Ancient Wonders (51 page)

As he spoke, West picked up the end of Judah’s long safety rope, unclipped it from its anchor near the Capstone.

Judah stepped backwards, toward the edge of the platform where the
Halicarnassus’s
wing loomed. He held his hands up. ‘Now, Jack. We’re both soldiers and sometimes soldiers have to—’

‘You executed her. Now I’m going to execute you.’

And West threw his end of the safety rope past Judah . . . into the still-rotating jet engine of the
Halicarnassus
that hovered immediately behind Judah.

Judah spun as the rope flew by him, saw it enter the yawning maw of the engine.

Then he saw the future, saw what would happen next and his one good eye boggled with fear.

He screamed, but his scream was cut short as the enormous turbine swallowed the rope . . . and sucked
the rest of the safety rope
in after it.

Judah was yanked off his feet, doubling over as he was sucked backward through the air. Then he entered the engine and—
thwack-thwack-CHUNK!
—was chewed alive by its hyper-rotating blades.

And suddenly the summit of the Great Pyramid was still.

Seeing the awesome blast of light from the Sun and the deaths of their summit team, the American force at the base of the Pyramid fled, leaving West and Wizard up on the platform, alone.

Moments later, Zoe’s Black Hawk landed on the platform and Zoe, Fuzzy and Stretch came rushing out of it—at the same time as Pooh Bear leapt onto the platform from the
Halicarnassus
’s wing.

They all arrived on the platform to find West—watched by Wizard—crawling underneath the Capstone to check on Lily.

West bellycrawled through the tight channel carved into the stone beneath the Capstone.

He came to Lily, found her lying motionless inside the human-shaped cavity in the Capstone’s lowest Piece. Her eyes were closed. She seemed calm, at peace . . . and not breathing.

‘Oh, Lily . . .’ West scrambled forward on his elbows, desperate to get to her.

His head came alongside hers. He scanned her face for any movement, any sign of life.

Nothing. She didn’t move at all.

He deflated completely, his entire body going limp, his eyes closing in anguish. ‘Oh, Lily. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry’

He bowed his head, tears rolled from the corners of his eyes, and he said, ‘I loved you, kiddo.’

And there in the cavity, in the golden glow of the Capstone, lying before the body of the happy little girl he had guarded and raised for ten whole years, Jack West Jr wept.

‘I love you, too, Daddy. . . ’ a soft voice whispered weakly from nearby.

West snapped up, his eyes darting open, to see Lily staring back at him, her head rolled onto its side. Her eyes were milky, dazed.

But she was alive, and smiling at him.

‘You’re alive. . . ’ West said, amazed. ‘You’re alive!’

He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her firmly.

‘But how . . . ?’ West asked aloud.

‘I’ll tell you later,’ she said. ‘Can we please get out of here?’

‘You bet,’ he breathed. ‘You bet.’

Minutes later, the
Halicarnassus
powered up and lifted vertically into the sky, rising on its eight massive retro thrusters.

Once it was high enough, it pivoted in mid-air and allowed itself to drop, nose-down. It fell briefly, plummeting towards the ground, before it engaged its regular engines, using the short vertical fall to get up to flight speed. Its main engines firing, it swung up at the last moment and soared away from the Pyramids on the Giza Plateau.

The Great Pyramid was left standing there behind it, with the half-destroyed platform shrouding its summit, and the American helicopters and cranes lying smoking and broken on its flanks. The Egyptian Government that had aided and abetted the American ritual would have to clean it all up.

Importantly, however, the peak of the Pyramid was also once again nine feet shorter than it should have been.

West and his team had taken the Capstone—the entire Capstone—with them.

Inside the main cabin of the
Halicarnassus,
West and the others gathered around Lily, hugging her, kissing her, clapping her on the shoulders.

Pooh Bear embraced her: ‘Well done, young one! Well
done!

‘Thanks for coming back for me, Pooh Bear,‘ she said.

‘I was never going to leave you, young one,’ he said.

‘Nor was I,’ said Stretch, stepping forward.

‘Thanks, Stretch. For saving me at the Gardens, for staying with me when you could have gone.’

Stretch nodded silently, to Lily and also to all the others, especially Pooh Bear. ‘They don’t come often,’ he said, ‘but every now and then, there come times in your life when you have to choose a side; choose who you are fighting for. I made my choice, Lily, to fight with you. It was a hard choice, but I have no doubt that it was the right one.’’

‘It was the right one,’ Pooh Bear said, clapping a hand onto Stretch’s shoulder. ‘You are a good man, Israeli . . .  I mean, Stretch. I would be honoured to call you my friend.’

‘Thank you,’ Stretch said with a smile.’Thank you,
friend.’’

When all the back-slapping was over, West was eager to understand how Lily had survived.

‘I went willingly,’ she said simply.

‘I don’t get it,’ West said.

Lily grinned, obviously proud of herself. ‘It was the inscription cut into the wall of the volcano chamber where I was born. You yourself were studying it one day. It said:

‘
Enter The Embrace Of Anubis willingly, and you shall live beyond the coming of Ra.

Enter against your will, and your people shall rule for but one eon, but you shall live no more.

Enter not at all, and the world shall be no more
.

‘Like the Egyptians, we thought it was simply a reference to the god Horus, accepting death and being rewarded for that with some kind of afterlife. But that was wrong. It was meant to apply to me and Alexander—to the Oracles. It’s not about accepting
death
willingly. It’s about entering the cavity, the embrace of Anubis, willingly.

‘If I entered it of my own accord, I would survive. If I went unwillingly, I’d die. But if I didn’t go at all, and the ritual was not performed, you would all have died. And I, well, I didn’t want to lose my family.’

‘Even if that meant giving Zaeed power for all eternity?’ Pooh Bear said in disbelief.

Lily turned to him, and her eyes glinted.

‘Mr Zaeed was never going to rule,’ she said. ‘When he grabbed me, I saw the soil in his jade box.’ Lily turned to West. ‘It was a kind of soil I’d seen many times before. I’ve been fascinated with it for a long time. It has been sitting in a glass jar on a shelf in Daddy’s study for years. When I saw it in Mr Zaeed’s box, I knew exactly what it was, and so I knew I wasn’t giving Mr Zaeed any power at all.’

Pooh Bear said, ‘Did del Piero know this, too? Is that why he treated Alexander like a little emperor, ready to rule? Did he want Alexander to enter that cavity willingly?’

‘I think so,’ West said. ‘But there was more to it than that. Del Piero was a priest and he thought like a priest. He wanted Alexander to survive the ritual not because he wanted the boy to live and rule, but because he also wanted a
saviour
, a figurehead, a focal point for his new ruling religion. A new Christ figure.’

Through all this, Wizard sat alone in a corner of the cabin, silent, head bent. Zoe sat with him, holding his hand, equally shocked at the death of her brother, Big Ears.

Lily walked over to them, touched their shoulders.

‘I’m sorry about Doris, Wizard,’ she said with a seriousness that belied her age. ‘And Big Ears, too, Zoe.’

Tear-lines streaked down Wizard’s face; his eyes were moist and red. It was only on the platform that he had learned of Doris’s death at Judah’s hands.

‘She died saving us,’ Lily said. ‘Telling us to get away. She gave her life so that we could escape.’

‘She was my wife for 45 years,’ Wizard said. ‘The most wonderful woman I’ve ever known. She was my life, my family.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ Lily said.

Then she took his hand and looked deep into his eyes. ‘But if you’ll take me, I’ll be your family now.’

Wizard looked up at her through his wet eyes . . . and he nodded. ‘I’d like that, Lily. I’d like that a lot.’

A few hours later, Wizard found West alone in his office at the back of the
Halicarnassus
.

‘I have a question for you, Jack,’ he said. ‘What does all this mean now? We set out to perform the ritual of peace, but now the ritual of power has been initiated—in favour of your country. Can Australians be trusted to possess such power?’

‘Max,’ West said, ‘you know where I’m from. You know what we’re like. We’re certainly not aggressors or warmongers. And if my people
don’t know
they’ve got this power, then I think this is the best possible outcome—because we’re the most unlikely people on Earth to use it.’

Wizard nodded slowly, accepting this.

‘I won’t let them know if you won’t,’ West said.

‘Deal,’ Wizard said. ‘Thank you, Jack. Thank you.’

The two men shared a smile.

And with that, the
Halicarnassus
soared into the sky, heading for Kenya, heading for home.

O’SHEA FARM COUNTY KERRY, IRELAND 9 APRIL, 2006, 1630 HOURS

For the second time in ten years, the lonely old farmhouse on the hilltop overlooking the Atlantic Ocean was host to an important meeting of nations.

A couple of the faces had changed, but the nine original nations represented at the first meeting had not. Plus, there was one extra nation present this time: Israel.

‘They’re late,’ the Arab delegate, Sheik Anzar al Abbas, growled. ‘Again.’

The Canadian delegate—again—said, ‘They’ll be here. They’ll be here.’

A door slammed somewhere, and a few moments later, Max T. Epper entered the sitting room.

Jack West, however, was not with him.

But he did have a companion: the little girl.

Lily.

‘Where is Captain West?’ Abbas demanded.

Wizard bowed respectfully. ‘Captain West sends his apologies. Having succeeded on his mission, he assumed you wouldn’t mind if he did not attend this meeting. He said he had some things to do, some loose ends to tie up. In the meantime, may I introduce to you all the young lady to whom we owe a profound debt of gratitude. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Lily.’

At length Wizard reported the events of the previous ten years to the delegates of the coalition of small nations.

Of course, they were aware of some elements of his success: the Earth had not been blasted with superheated solar energy; and America had not become invincible—its continued problems imposing law and order in the Middle East showed that. Word had got out about a spectacular battle atop the Great Pyramid, too, but damage to the structure had actually been minimal and the Egyptian Government, ever keen to retain American aid money, had denied the story absolutely.

And so Wizard told the delegates of Lily’s upbringing in Kenya, of the chase to locate the seven Pieces of the Capstone, of the inclusion of Mustapha Zaeed in their quest, of their losses—of Noddy, Big Ears and of his own wife, Doris—and of the final confrontation on the summit of the Great Pyramid with the Americans and with Zaeed.

It was only on this last point that Wizard diverged slightly from the truth.

Since it accorded with the state of the world—safe from the power of the Sun, and with no apparent superpowerful ruling nation—he reported that on the summit of the Great Pyramid the ritual of
peace
had been performed, not the ritual of power.

He even informed them of the fate of the boy, Alexander. He had been found after the battle on the Pyramid and placed in the care of some trusted friends of Wizard’s, people who would teach him to be a normal boy . . . and who would observe his maturation into adulthood, and keep track of any children he might have later in life.