The Omega Scroll (29 page)

‘It looks like a DNA helix,’ Allegra said, her thoughts going back to the theories of Francis Crick and Antonio Rosselli.

‘It is. That model is also based on a diagram found in the Qumran library. The Romans may have destroyed one of the most advanced civilisations of the ancient world when they sacked Qumran, but we’ll see the ruins tomorrow morning. By the way, is nine too early?’

‘Ish?’ Allegra asked.

‘Definitely “ish”,’ David answered. He could hardly believe he’d known Allegra for only a couple of days. She was definitely someone quite special and he felt his heart skip a beat. His instinct was to move closer to her, but instead he took a breath and moved quickly towards the entrance of the main room. Allegra, surprised by David’s slight change of mood, followed him.

They emerged from the passageway into a huge chamber. The dome was bathed in a stunning green and soft orange light and beneath it a large circular podium dominated the room with what looked to Allegra like one end of a huge rolling pin protruding through the centre. As they entered, a tall, distinguished looking man detached himself from the group of senators.

‘Almost on time, Dr Kaufmann, you can’t be feeling well.’ Yossi Kaufmann winked at Allegra and held out his hand. ‘You must be Allegra. Welcome to Israel. You have my sympathies for whatever you might experience at the hands of David and Onslow,’ Yossi said with a smile that reminded Allegra of David; the same confidence, the same laughter lines around the eyes. Like father like son.

‘David has been most kind, Professor Kaufmann. It’s an honour to meet you.’

‘Please, call me Yossi because I intend to call you Allegra. Now, if it’s OK by Dr Kaufmann here,’ he said putting his arm around David, ‘I will introduce you to our American friends and we’ll start. But first, there are a couple of people here. Tom Schweiker from CCN, who I think you’ve met already?’

‘Good to see you again, Allegra.’

‘Bishop Patrick O’Hara,’ Yossi continued, ‘who is insisting that we all go back to his place after this for a drink, which I can warn you from personal experience can be a hazardous undertaking.’

‘Patrick,’ Allegra said. ‘I’ve heard so much about you from Giovanni, I feel I know you already.’ Patrick was just as Giovanni described him: thinning grey hair, twinkling green eyes, a cheerful face, his large Bishop’s sash encompassing a body that reflected a love of people, food and whiskey. Allegra reflected on Giovanni’s assessment that Patrick O’Hara also possessed one of the great intellects of Catholicism; a man who was prepared to question and debate.

‘Welcome to the Promised Land, Allegra. And I wouldn’t be believing all you’ve been told either. It’s a lot worse than that,’ he said with a chuckle.

‘And last but by no means least, my wife, Marian.’

‘Congratulations on your scholarship, Allegra. Yossi has told me a lot about you.’

‘Thank you, Mrs Kaufmann …’ Allegra got no further.

‘Marian. You are part of the family now.’

‘Steady on.’ David protested. ‘We’re not even married.’

‘David Kaufmann.’

Allegra smiled at the warmth in Marian’s rebuke.

‘I gather you got acquainted with Monsignor Lonergan today?’ Yossi Kaufmann said.

‘David assures me they’re not all like that,’ Allegra replied diplomatically.

‘Don’t be too certain. They may not all be as full of booze and bad manners,’ Yossi said, giving Allegra some inkling as to where David might have learnt his colourful language, ‘but collectively they’re dangerously out of touch with reality. They still haven’t approved your access or office space, but we’ll keep at them. In the meantime the Hebrew University has allocated you a laboratory in the biochemistry complex. It’s small but the equipment is state of the art. Some things are outside the control of the Vatican,’ he added with a whisper of conspiracy. He excused himself to take his place on the steps of the podium. The dark-haired Cohatek technician signalled to Yossi that the sound system was ready to go.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen,’ Professor Kaufmann began. ‘Welcome to the Shrine of the Book. Behind me in the display cases is the Great Isaiah Scroll, all sixty-six chapters and 7 metres of it.’

Recovered from the library of the mysterious Essenes in Qumran, the priceless document had been written over five centuries before Christ. The senators listened attentively while Yossi described how the scrolls had been discovered, and how some of them had eventually found their way into Israeli hands.

‘Many of the scrolls were not acquired by Israel until the Rockefeller Museum was liberated by Israeli forces during the 1967 Six Day War. For anyone who is interested, Dr David Kaufmann can give you far more information than I can. He was personally involved in their capture.’ Yossi nodded towards his son with an unmistakable look of ‘well done’.

‘Isaiah contains a dire warning for civilisation,’ Yossi continued. ‘It’s perhaps best summed up by Isaiah when he says, “The earth shall be utterly laid waste and utterly despoiled.” Isaiah, Daniel, Enoch and Revelations and the more recent prophecies of Nostradamus and Edgar Cayce all point to an increase in wars, a growing gap between rich and poor, a change in weather patterns and problems with water, and a striking increase in the number and severity of earthquakes. My own research on the codes contained in the Dead Sea Scrolls is giving clues to the final countdown, the key to which is in a scroll known as the Omega Scroll.’

‘I thought that was a myth?’ the Republican senator from Alabama suggested.

‘And you would not be alone in thinking that,’ Yossi answered with a smile, ‘but there is irrefutable evidence in the War Scroll, the Manual of Discipline, the Temple Scroll, Isaiah and others that points to its existence and within it, the key to ours. We have become immune to the prophecies of the ancients, but my hope, Senator, is that we can find the warning contained in the Omega Scroll before it is too late. If you would like to follow me, we can examine these prophecies close up.’

‘Did you actually capture the Rockefeller Museum?’ Allegra whispered, realising there were many things about David that she knew nothing about. Her interest was piqued and she wanted to find out more, much more, about him.

‘I wish he wouldn’t say things like that. We’ll be here all night.’

Roma

Cardinal Petroni answered the intercom.

‘Petroni!’

Monsignor Thomas had grown used to his cardinal’s irritability and complete lack of telephone manner. It came with the territory. Nor did he question the frequency of calls from the CCN studios in New York. There were some things about his cardinal’s rituals and habits that were not discussed.

‘Daniel Kirkpatrick from CCN is on line four, Eminence.’

Impatiently Cardinal Petroni clicked off the intercom.

‘Daniel. Good to hear from you. How are things in New York?’

‘Very well, Lorenzo, and you?’

‘Can’t complain. How can I help?’

‘It’s more the other way round this time. I just wanted you to be aware that there will be a program on the Dead Sea Scrolls next week. The reporter is one of our news journalists and I’ve tried to have it canned, but
International Correspondent
is not really in my area and they’re sticking to their guns.’

‘Schweiker?’

‘Got it in one. I’d get rid of him if I had my way, but it’s not that easy to shift the big guns. I don’t have your weight to throw around, though I wish I did! Things would be a lot different around here.’

‘That will come, Daniel, that will come. In the meantime, do we know the contents of the program?’

‘I’ve sent you an email. Essentially it’s the old line of questioning the dates. Nothing new and I wonder why they bother, although there seems to be a bit of pressure from the Israeli side. A Professor Kaufmann?’

‘I know him. Jewish, which is enough said. I’ll get our man in Jerusalem primed. Stay well.’

For a long while after he had hung up the phone Cardinal Petroni stared out of the window at the lights of Rome. Know your enemy. Was it just Kaufmann or did Dr Bassetti have something to do with this renewed pressure on the dates of the scrolls, he wondered. Tomorrow he would put a call in to Lonergan.

Jerusalem

‘Get fucked,’ Derek Lonergan muttered as he used his free hand to reach for the red phone, supporting his aching head with the other.

‘Good morning, Eminence.’

‘I have had a call from CCN in New York,’ Cardinal Petroni said, dispensing with the need for any greetings.
‘International Correspondent
have put a program together that will raise the usual allegations over the dates of the Dead Sea Scrolls and Vatican involvement. Do you have any idea where this might be coming from?’

‘No, Eminence, although as I have explained, there may be some pressure being applied from Professor Kaufmann’s office.’

‘We don’t deal in “maybe’s” here, Monsignor. Find out.’

Up yours, Lonergan thought, but he said nothing.

‘They’ll want to interview you, so stick to the usual consensus. To avoid any embarrassing questions on access for the two academics, you can finalise their secondment but make sure what they see is perfectly innocuous.’

‘Do we know who the journalist is, Eminence?’

‘Schweiker. Their Middle East correspondent. At times he can be useful, but for the most part he is a thorn in our side.’

Lonergan took a deep breath. Schweiker had seen him often enough in the Cellar Bar but Lonergan had always avoided talking to him. Schweiker, he felt sure, had been none the wiser, but an interview would be an entirely different matter. The name Schweiker was a reasonably common one in the United States and clearly the Cardinal had not put two and two together. Lonergan’s ego kicked in. It had been over forty years ago and he didn’t look anything remotely like he did back then.

‘I expect an answer on where this pressure is coming from, Monsignor. The Holy Church is to be protected with something better than “maybe”.’

The line went dead.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Qumran

A
llegra groped for the alarm and sat up bleary eyed. After Yossi’s briefing and a mandatory drink at Patrick’s, Allegra and David had gone out for dinner. Allegra could feel all her resistance disappearing, and for the first time she was secretly pleased that David was so ‘single’. They talked late into the night, scarcely aware of the time. Driving her home after dinner, the usually talkative David became very quiet. As he leaned over to open Onslow’s dodgy passenger door to let her out they had both felt awkward. David broke the silence.

‘Next time I’ll cook you dinner at my place. Sleep well,’ he said, and he kissed her lightly on the lips. As he drove off, he blew her another kiss.

She’d hardly slept. Allegra had tossed and turned, thoughts keeping her awake all night. Perhaps a relationship with another man might be a possibility after all. Ever since that terrible night in Milano she had buried herself in her studies and her research. Until now. From the day she had met David he had made her laugh and gradually she had been able to relax and not take life quite so seriously. Dinner at his place. Maybe it was time to trust again.

‘Sorry about the early start,’ David said as Onslow ground up the Mount of Olives towards the Jericho road. ‘It gets bloody hot out here so it’s best to do our walking around before the sun gets too ferocious.’

‘I’m surprised you’re on time,’ Allegra responded.

‘Hurtful and unnecessary.’

‘So what are we going to see today, “tour guide”?’

‘Qumran, Ladies and Gentlemen. Gateway to the Dead Sea and the site of much mystery and intrigue. Don’t give up my day job?’ he asked, feigning a downcast look as Allegra rolled her eyes.

‘I shall make that assessment at the end of the day, David Kaufmann. Is Qumran really full of that much intrigue or is it just Vatican spin?’

‘I suspect it’s a bit of both, although there’s certainly a healthy dose of the latter, and locking the scrolls away from public view for a quarter of a century hasn’t helped.’

‘Do you really think they’re hiding something?’

David nodded. ‘I think so. Judging from the enormous effort they’ve gone to in disguising the dates, I think it’s something pretty serious.’

Onslow roared past the Bedouin Arabs’ dirty white tents clumped amongst the sand dunes by the side of the road. David and Allegra reached the last crest and started down the long, steep winding road that dropped 1200 metres to the shores of the Dead Sea, the lowest place on earth, 400 metres below sea level. The air was not only hot, it was thick and oppressive and the morning sun had a fierce bite to it. The heat haze was rising and through it Allegra could just make out the wadis and cliffs of Jordan on the far shoreline. Big trucks thundered past carrying cargoes from Israel’s southernmost settlement of Eilat along the lifeline to Tiberias in the north, protected by Israeli military patrols, armed to the teeth and moving slowly up and down the road, suspicious of everyone and everything that moved in the West Bank.

‘Is the sea very deep?’ she asked David.

‘Not down south. It’s only about 6 metres or so but the northern basin up here is very deep, over 400 metres in parts. The sea lies on a fault line that stretches from here all the way to the Zambesi River system in East Africa, and the salinity is so high that if the fish happen to get washed into it from the Jordan River they die instantly.’

‘It makes you wonder why anyone would have wanted to live out here,’ Allegra mused.

‘It’s not my cup of tea but the Essenes seemed to like it.’

‘And I seem to remember that Sodom and Gomorrah were not far away.’

‘They’ve never found any evidence of those two cities but there’s a very strong theory they were buried in a violent earthquake about four thousand years ago.’

‘Around the time of Abraham,’ Allegra said, remembering the description in Genesis 19 of a destructive earthquake at the same time the father of the three faiths of Judaism, Christianity and Islam was treading the very desert they were venturing into.

‘I guess so,’ David said. ‘In any case the archaeology supports the story because there is evidence of a big quake around 1900
BC
that destroyed the cities on the Moab plain and the ruins are probably somewhere beneath the waters of the southern basin.’

Once they passed the turnoff to Jericho the main road continued on to the Jordan River and the site of Christ’s baptism, but before they reached the river itself, David turned off and headed south towards the arid orange-yellow cliffs that soared 365 metres to the Judaean plateau above. At the base of these cliffs stood Qumran, about 30 metres above the road on the side of a rocky ravine. A wadi that was scarred and barren. In amongst the rocks and the cliffs Allegra managed to pick out some of the caves that had hidden the scrolls from civilisation for so long.

If they had been around at the time of the discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls, David and Allegra would have had to grind their way up an old Roman road that led towards the ancient settlement. Now there was a car park for tourist buses and the inevitable air-conditioned coffee house packed to the gunwales with T-shirts, key rings, wooden statues and every other conceivable biblical trinket that a passing tourist might be enticed to buy for ten times what it was worth. Today, save for one car, the car park was empty, its driver the only visitor in the coffee house. Yusef Sartawi buried his head in his newspaper. The waves of killing that had engulfed the modern successors to the Israelis and Palestinians of the ancient biblical lands had made tourism a high-risk business and the tourists were staying away in droves.

As Allegra and David got out of the Land Rover two American-built F-16 fighters screamed in low over the Dead Sea, the pilots clearly visible as they patrolled the border with Jordan.

‘No tourists. We’re in luck,’ David said, shrugging a faded canvas backpack onto his shoulders.

‘What’s in the bag?’ Allegra asked.

‘Normally I carry all my equipment. Today, just a small pick and a brush, and lunch. Smoked salmon and chicken rolls and a bottle of Israel’s finest chardonnay. All chilled with an ice pack,’ he yelled over his shoulder as he set off for the ruins.

Allegra followed David up the narrow rocky path to the top of the salty barren outcrop the Essenes had chosen for their settlement. It overlooked the hazy shores of the Dead Sea a couple of kilometres in the distance.

Yusef Sartawi picked up his mobile, dialled a preset encrypted number and gave a quick update. ‘Subject has arrived at the ruins.’

When they reached the top they climbed onto the remains of an old stone wall and Allegra looked around.

‘The Romans sacked this place in 68
AD
on their march to attack Jerusalem and destroy the second temple,’ David explained. ‘If you look around the ruins you can still see the layout of the stone walls and the inner courtyards. Over there is the big defence tower that dominated the landscape and closer to the wadi is the cistern that held their water.’

For the next two hours David and Allegra walked around the ruins that had been excavated by Roland de Vaux and others from the international team, the authors of the Vatican’s consensus on the dates and origin of the scrolls.

‘They really have gotten away with archaeological blue murder here,’ David muttered as they walked into a long oblong area enclosed by rough stone walls. ‘When they dug here, I suspect the Vatican already had their consensus well planned and it became a case of making the site fit the dogma. When L’École Biblique finally got their act together and published the raw material from the dig, we discovered that none of the rules of stratigraphy had been followed. Qumran had been occupied for a long period of time, so they should have known that the layers of civilisation had to be pretty carefully labelled and correlated.’

‘That’s about as damning as it gets,’ Allegra agreed. ‘How could they date the occupation without it?’

‘They couldn’t, but then I don’t think dating was something the Vatican was too keen on. Not only has the Vatican refused to budge from their line that the scrolls date well before Christ, but the boys from the Vatican have always insisted the Qumran Essenes were peaceful, remote and celibate à la those described by the ancient historians Josephus, Philo, Pliny and company. If you have a look over here,’ he said, taking her through a small passageway near the defence tower, ‘you can see the remains of a pretty substantial forge. And here are the remains of the water supply they used to temper the metal. You could argue that they needed it to make tools, but that wouldn’t explain a heap of arrowheads that were found inside the fortress.’

‘The Vatican has never been able to hide the fact that John the Baptist might have been associated with the Essenes and he baptised Christ not far from here where the Jordan enters the Dead Sea,’ Allegra said. ‘I agree with you, the peaceful and celibate description was probably manufactured to fit the dogma.’

‘Got it in one,’ David said with a grin. ‘If you have to allow John the Baptist to be part of a sect like the Essenes, you wouldn’t want a story circulating that has him wandering past the forge and asking his mates how the weapons were coming on. In reality, when they were provoked, the Essenes were fierce fighters. Over there,’ David continued, ‘you can see the cemetery. It contained over twelve hundred graves, many of them women and children, which tends to make the consensus on celibacy look a bit shaky. I reckon if they’d had them back then we would have found a few used condoms in the rubble!’ he said, chuckling to himself.

‘You are incorrigible!’

‘The Essenes detested the priests and the corruption in the second temple in Jerusalem,’ David said as they walked into the stone surrounds of an ancient courtyard. Brilliant red and yellow flowers that had bloomed after the desert rains were clustered around several palm trees, fronds rustling defiantly against the hot wind that blew in from the Dead Sea. ‘They dressed in long Pythagorean robes made from white linen and these courtyards were built for meditation. There is quite a bit of evidence pointing to Christ being part of this community, which would explain his provoked aggression in overturning the tables of the temple moneychangers. Yossi thinks that the Omega Scroll might prove Mary Magdalene was here as well, but I’m not so sure.’

‘I think if Jesus studied his early philosophy with this group, which stands to reason if John the Baptist baptised him here, then there would be little doubt that Mary Magdalene would have been here as well.’

‘Why do you say that?’ David asked, intrigued as to why Allegra would be so sure.

‘You’re going to find out eventually, so I may as well tell you now. In a former life I was a nun.’

‘That lapsed, eh.’ David’s grin was wicked. Their eyes met, each wondering what the other was thinking.

‘There’s quite a lot you don’t know about me,’ Allegra said, ‘but in time, all will be revealed.’

‘I’m looking forward to seeing that.’

‘I will ignore that remark,’ she said with a smile. ‘When you piece together the story of Mary Magdalene it says a lot more than the Church would have you believe. Some argue differently, but I’m with those who think Mary Magdalene and Mary of Bethany were one and the same. When her brother Lazarus died, under Jewish custom a sister was required to stay with the body and “sit shiva”. The only exception that allowed her to leave was if she was required by her husband. There’s a little-quoted passage in
John
where Mary Magdalene’s sister tells her that Jesus wants to see her and she gets up immediately. And there is a second Jewish custom in which a bride is required to anoint her bridegroom’s feet. It is Mary Magdalene who does that for Jesus.’

‘You think they were married?’

Allegra nodded. ‘I think there’s very strong evidence. I used not to,’ she said, as she remembered her days in Tricarico. ‘Mother Superior would not have approved, but when you’re allowed the freedom to think, the evidence has always been there. It was Mary who went to the tomb with the other women, and in a strong Jewish society, only a wife would do that, but the most persuasive evidence is in the copies of the Gnostic Gospels that were discovered at Nag Hammadi on the Nile.’

‘Which might explain why the early Church Fathers tried to have them all destroyed,’ David ventured.

‘Exactly. Apart from the sayings of Jesus in the Gospel of Thomas that threatened the power of the priesthood, Mary wrote her own gospel after the crucifixion, and in it she explains how she had to give the disciples a pep talk. If I remember it correctly, Mary Magdalene says, “Do not weep, and do not grieve, and do not doubt, for his grace will be with you completely, and will protect you.” In a patriarchal Jewish culture, only a very powerful woman would give directions to men, and then there’s the Gospel of Philip.’

‘Ah yes,’ David said mischievously, ‘where the disciples are all a bit pissed off because Jesus keeps kissing Mary on the mouth.’

‘That’s one way of putting it,’ she said, shaking her head. Allegra knew the quote from the Gospel of Philip by heart:

… the companion of the Saviour is Mary Magdalene. But Christ loved her more than all the disciples, and used to kiss her often on the mouth. The rest of the disciples were offended …

‘In Judaic culture men were expected to marry,’ Allegra said. ‘Jesus was charismatic, fun, charming and attracted to the company of women.’

‘Sounds a bit like me really.’

‘Well, he was also a thorough gentleman and I doubt that “pissed off” would have been in his vocabulary,’ she said, her dark eyes sparkling. ‘Perhaps the Omega Scroll might throw a bit of light on all of this.’ Allegra was still reluctant to tell David everything, but in time she knew she would. If the scroll was ever found and the number 153 appeared amongst the Magdalene Numbers, that would be the decisive proof.