by Kevin Ashman
‘He did not mention anything about his proposed golden palace.’
‘Not really, except to say he had plans for Rome that would eclipse all other rulers that have gone before him, kings and Emperors.’
‘But you think you can gain his trust?’
‘I believe I have started on the road but have a long way to go.’
‘Let’s hope so, the state of mind he is in who knows what fate lies in store for our order. Does he want to see you again?’
‘Yes, Mother, on the morrow.’
‘Okay,’ she said, ‘You will be excused your vigil at the flames but be careful, let us not forget this is the man who took the life of his own mother when he saw no more use for her.’
‘The Goddess will protect me,’ said Rubria.
The high Priestess smiled.
‘You may retire,’ she said and Rubria stood to leave.
‘Oh, one more thing, Rubria,’ she said, ‘Did he mention the Palladia?’
‘No, Mother, said Rubria, ‘I believe that at the moment, the secrets are safe!’
Chapter 8
London 2010
‘First of all,’ said India, ‘I need you to understand the great changes that were going on across the world at the time. As you probably know, the Earth has undergone many ice ages throughout her history and undoubtedly will again. These ice ages are interspersed with warmer interglacial periods that are themselves divided by interstadial periods of cold and warmth lasting a few years to several thousand. You could say that the planet is in one of these interstadial periods right now and the next ice age is just around the corner, geologically speaking. Ten thousand years ago we were still in the closing throes of a particularly long ice age. The planet had been gripped by the cold for over a hundred thousand years but at last the climate got warmer.’
‘The world was covered in ice?’ asked Brandon
‘No not the world, that’s a common misconception. The ice at the poles was much thicker, along with most of the northern hemisphere but from the Alps southwards, the weather was much milder and this was where humanity retreated to avoid the cold. However, even here there would have been glaciers in the mountains.’
‘What has all this to do with Isis?’
‘I’ll get to that, bear with me, this is important. Around that time humanity was spread far and wide throughout the area. Evidence is coming to light of many different cultures that were fairly advanced, especially in the east. Archaeologists have found pottery, arrows and even burials from that age suggesting a level of civilisation and trade. It seems it was a hunter gatherer society and smaller tribes would have been in abundance throughout the warmer continents. The rainforests were wider spread and even the Sahara was green with trees and scrubland covering the whole area. But though there was an abundance of people there seemed to be little, if any cohesion between smaller groups. At the time a particular fertile area would have been the black sea valley, a huge, natural basin covering over 169,000 square miles, almost twice the size of Great Britain today. It would have been fertile, had a warm climate with good hunting and plenty of fresh drinking water from the lake, an ideal location for human habitation.
‘Wait a minute,’ said Brandon, ‘The Black Sea is salt water. I know, I’ve been there on holiday.’
‘Your right,’ she said ‘It is, but it wasn’t always so. Anyway, this land was probably populated with thousands of individual tribes and clans, all living independent of each other, and though there was plenty of trading going on, you could say the time was right for someone with a vision to exploit the situation.’
‘Isis?’
‘No not Isis, she came a couple of thousand years later, this person was called Assur.’
‘How do you know?’
‘Fair point,’ said India, ‘We can’t be sure but there are many fables and stories passed down through many cultures that hint at his existence. For now, let’s just accept that Assur was a real person sometime after the end of the ice age. Anyway, according to Pagan beliefs Assur saw an opportunity to bind the many different groups together in one great tribe around the lake. Legend has it; he coordinated the sharing of resources, leading the indigenous people away from their reliance on hunter gathering and into agriculture. History shows us right across the world that once a civilisation accepts and masters farming, whether livestock or crops then with the support of a suitable climate, that society flourishes. Well this was perfect timing for Assur. The landscape was ideal; the lands fertile, the climate warm and a steady rainfall ensured the growing conditions were perfect. No one knows where he came from but we can imagine he was of eastern descent due to the knowledge he possessed.’
‘Why?’ interrupted Brandon.
‘The far east was far further advanced than the middle east and had been farming for heaven knows how long, but wherever he came from, he had the secret of agriculture with him. Well, you can imagine, all of a sudden word must have spread like wildfire throughout the populace that there was a tribe near the lake that never went hungry without any need to hunt. It must have sounded like heaven and tribes flooded to join him. He must have been quite a charismatic man but with luck and climate on his side, he managed to spread the word and quickly became a great leader. The story goes that he had a brother called Set and one day while he was out on a journey in the desert, in a fit of jealousy Set murdered him and took his place as leader but though he was gone, his legacy was solid and over hundreds of years the Black Sea basin was cleared to become a fertile haven of agricultural excellence. Society flourished and Assur became legendary as a God, the father of civilisation.’
‘Interesting,’ said Brandon, ‘I had no idea. How come this isn’t taught in schools?’
‘Don’t forget, until recently the creation theory was the only authorised version of history and this would have been seen as heresy, besides, a lot of this is still only theory but Middle East archaeology is one of the hottest areas of discovery at the moment with new findings happening on an almost daily basis.’
‘So how is this relevant to us then?’ he asked.
‘Well, this is where it takes an interesting turn,’ she said, ‘Assur was long dead and it would seem that for thousands of years the area thrived and was at peace as everyone farmed and traded. However, like most eras, times changed and there appears to have been an extended period of conflict between the tribes surrounding the lake. No doubt leaders rose and fell with none making much of an impact until one day; perhaps thousands of years after the death of Assur, a woman arrived on the scene. She was apparently a very clever woman and was known as twice wise. Her name was Aset or Isis to you and me.’
‘And I suppose she bonded them back together?’ suggested Brandon.
‘Not at first as though the mother figure was revered in most civilisations she was still a woman and any self respecting male leader couldn’t allow any woman to just walk in and take control. He would simply challenge her to a duel and take her role no matter how wise she may be.’
‘So what happened?’
‘Well, that’s where her genius shines through. There was no way she could win a fight so she had to win the people’s support by other means. In addition there was another problem, she was pregnant so needed an ally, someone who would demand instant respect from all the warring tribes and she knew exactly who to call on.’
‘Who?’
‘Assur.’
‘But he was dead.’
‘That’s right, and by now he was known as a God amongst the peoples of the basin but she needed his influence and the respect that the people held for him so what she did was she made an astonishing claim. She claimed that she had searched the land, found the individual parts of his body and resurrected him. Not only this, she also claimed she was still a Virgin and that the God Assur had fathered her baby.’
‘And they bought it?’
‘Well, let’s not forget this was a mystical time when people believed in gods, demons and magic, all that so
rt of mumbo jumbo.’
‘It seems some things never change,’ he murmured.
‘Anyway,’ she continued, ‘Whatever the reason the people believed her and she became the epitome of the mother figure and the good times returned once more to the area. She gave birth to Horus, a son and he was proclaimed a saviour who would save the world. Her name was revered across the area and the population flourished.’
‘Wait a minute,’ said Brandon, ‘This is an awful lot of information for something that has no evidence.’
‘Oh the evidence is there if you look hard enough,’ she said, ‘In the legends and the stories that abound throughout the world. Just take the story of Assur. The whole area of the Middle East is touched by his legacy. Modern day Syria is named after him. The lands centred on Iraq were once called Mesopotamia which in itself covered the area once known as Assyria, a derivation of Assur. There were cities called Assur, Gods named Assur, everywhere you turn the name is riddled throughout ancient history but I accept that rumour and hearsay alone not enough. However, when you apply the same rational to Isis, there is evidence aplenty.’
‘Where?’
‘Written on in the tombs, temples and pyramids of Egypt for a start,’ she said. ‘Her name and symbols are referred to throughout the Egyptian Empire from its earliest days to modern day Pagan cults. She had temples built to her throughout history including Rome, Greece, Turkey, you name a place and she has probably been worshipped there in some way shape or form. Even Christianity has been touched by her.’
‘How?’
‘The Virgin Mary.’
‘Oh for heaven’s sake,’ he said.
‘You can believe me or not, the choice is yours but if you look at the image of Isis nursing her infant, she usually has the orb of the sun depicted behind her. Look at the famous pictures of the Madonna and child and she has a radiant halo behind her head. Put them together and they are almost exactly the same, yet Isis lived thousands of years before Mary of Nazareth. I’m not saying that Mary never existed, just that those who chronicled the events hundreds of years later may have been influenced by the stories of Isis. Remember, this was the era in which they were living their everyday lives. Paganism was everywhere and every role in life had a different God to pray to. Is it any wonder that they were influenced by what they knew, but that’s not all, think about it, Virgin birth, fathered by a God, or in Mary’s case, God. Gives birth to a saviour who will save the Earth, Who am I talking about, Mary, Isis, both, or are the stories basically based on the same versions of history altered by peoples perception over hundreds of years. Even the bad guy Set has a modern day equivalent in Satan!’
‘Fascinating,’ said Brandon, ‘But I’m not sure I buy it.’
‘No matter,’ said India, ‘We're getting ahead of ourselves, let’s go back a few steps. Forget about the Christianity similarities; let’s go back to the times of Isis and Assur. At least you can accept there is reasonable evidence that they existed, yes?’
‘Okay I’ll run with it.’
‘Good, as I said Isis was very successful and the area flourished. She became bigger than Assur ever was and over the centuries was deified as the Goddess of purity and fertility, a reference to the success of the harvest and the Virgin conception of her child. But as great as she was, her name was known only to those in the valley of the Black Sea.’
‘But you said the cult was huge.’
‘It was, but to these people the Black Sea basin was the centre of their universe. Let’s not forget this area was more than twice the size of modern day Britain and proportionately was probably the most advanced and populated areas of that time. There would have been hundreds of thousands of people living around the lake. Remember, this was before the pyramids of Egypt were built, before Rome existed and even the islands of Greece were still inhabited by hunter gatherers. The Mediterranean Sea was much lower, as indeed were all the sea levels as a lot of water was being held encapsulated in the ice caps of the north. The people of Isis were probably one of the most advanced peoples of the world at this time and had things worked out differently would have become the epicentre of a great civilisation.’
‘Would have? Why what happened, a war of some sort?’
‘No on the contrary, though there was a disaster, the majority would have survived but they just moved out of the area.’
‘Why?’
‘The great flood.’
A silence fell in the darkened room before Brandon finally spoke.
‘Please don’t tell me you mean Noah’s flood.’
‘I do!’
‘Oh this is getting ridiculous,’ he said and stood up, switching on his torch.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
‘Getting out of here,’ he said, ‘Before these torches run out.’
‘I thought we had agreed we would wait for the manager.’ she said.
‘It’s been over an hour,’ he said, ‘If anyone was coming they would be here by now.’
‘Surely he wouldn’t just leave us down here, that would be stupid.’
‘Unless he was the one who locked us in!’
‘What?’
‘Think about it,’ he said, ‘There’s only one way into these tunnels and that’s through his office. Only he knows we are here so who else can it be?’
‘What are you going to do,’ she asked picking up her own torch.
‘Those cables,’ he said, pointing at the old electricity supplies piercing the walls, ‘They must lead somewhere, pass me that crowbar.’ He climbed on a chair and started to hit at the rotten wood with the tool. The sixty year old wooden panel broke easily and within a few minutes he had made a hole wide enough for him to peer through. ‘There’s another panel a few yards along,’ he said and made the hole in the panel as wide as he could. Eventually it was big enough to crawl through and he jumped down off the chair. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘I’ll help you up.’
‘I’m not going in there,’ she said.
‘You have to,’ he replied, ‘You are smaller than me, I’ll never fit through.’
‘I can’t’ she said, ‘I suffer from claustrophobia. This room is bad enough but at least I had you here with me. It looks like that hole is barely big enough for me to crawl through. I can’t do it.’
‘It’s only a few yards, India,’ he said, ‘Drop into the next room and come and open the door from the outside. It’s probably our only chance.’
‘I can’t,’ she said again.
‘India, you can,’ he said, ‘I’ll help you up and you go in feet first on your back. Just keep your eyes closed. Two minutes max and it will be over. I will be only a few feet away at all times.’
‘I don’t have an option do I?’ she asked.
Brandon just smiled grimly.
‘We could wait for help to arrive.’ he said, ‘But somehow I think that could be quite a while, if ever.’
‘Okay,’ she said, ‘I’ll do it.’
‘That’s my girl,’ he said and dragged the table across to below the cables. ‘Come on, Ill help you up.’
She climbed in the hole feet first and wriggled until only her head and shoulders still remained in the room.
‘Good girl,’ said Brandon, ‘Keep going until your feet touch the board on the other side and kick it as hard as you can, it should give way easy enough. When it does, turn over and lower yourself into the room.’
‘Here goes,’ she said and wriggled into the tunnel. ‘Keep that light on,’ she called as she went and Brandon shone the torch into the conduit behind her. Within a few minutes he heard the sound of banging and a sudden shout of ‘Yes’ as the board fell away.
‘It’s gone,’ she shouted, ‘I m just going to drop down.’
‘Be careful,’ he called and watched as she disappeared from view.
A second later she called again.
‘I’m in,’ came her muffled voice, ‘Just looking for the door, just a second there’s someone….Oh my God’ she screamed, ‘Bra
ndon……Help me!’
Her terrified scream chilled him to the bone.
‘India!’ he shouted, ‘What’s the matter, India, answer me, are you okay?’
Apart from her crying there was no answer and Brandon looked around frantically for the crowbar. He laid the torch on the table and started to smash at the door with little success. He looked around again and picked up the solid bench, hardly managing its weight. Swinging it back he smashed it against the hinge side of the door and had the satisfaction of seeing it move. Straining every muscle he hit the door over and over again until at last the door frame fixings gave way and the whole doorway fell outwards in a cloud of dust. Brandon climbed through and taking his torch, made his way the few yards to the next door coughing as he went. The door was also locked but this time he could see it was a very old padlock and probably hadn’t been opened in years. He returned to the linesman’s room for the crowbar and a minute later, after smashing the lock off the second door, ran in to the darkened room. His torch cut through the darkness and he immediately saw India sat in the corner, still crying and shaking in terror.
‘India,’ he said grabbing her by her arms, ‘India, it’s me Brandon what’s the matter.’
She looked at him, realising who he was and threw her arms around him sobbing.
‘Okay India,’ he said, ‘you’re safe now, the darkness must have got to you quite bad.’
‘No she sobbed, ‘Look…there!
He turned his head and pointed the torch in the direction she was staring and his blood ran cold.
Leaning against the wall was a primitive crucifix, and tied to the cross was the rotting remains of a young girl!
Brandon stared in disbelief at the heart stopping horror in front of him. The girl seemed to be less than ten years old and by the state of the corpse and lack of smell must have been there for months if not years. The rotting fabric hanging from her skeletal frame had once been a white nightdress of some sort but the thick dust layer had transformed it into a morose dirty grey.
A spider, annoyed by the sudden intrusion of light, scuttled from the web suspended between her nailed wrist and her head, seeking the safety of her straw like hair.
