"Hold on, just a little further."
Trinity restarted the engine and slowly edged the Jeep down the slope, dodging the mesquite and low underbrush. After a two-minute bumpy ride, he braked beside a shallow wash.
He stepped from the car and walked to the edge and looked down.
"Right here I found a corner of it sticking out of the bank."
"This dry wash," observed Pitt, "winds between Gongora and the far hill."
Trinity nodded. "Yeah, but no way the stone traveled from there to the slope below Gongora unless it was dragged."
"This is hardly a flood plain," agreed Sandecker. "Erosion and heavy rains over a long time period might have carried it fifty meters from the summit of Gongora, but not half a kilometer from the next summit."
"And the other artifacts," asked Lily, "where did they lie?"
Trinity swept a hand on an arc toward the river. "They were scattered a little further down the slope and continued almost through the center of town."
"Did you conduct a survey with transits and mark each location?"
"Sorry, miss, not being an archaeologist, I didn't think to pinpoint the holes."
Lily's eyes flashed disappointment, but she made no reply.
"You must have used a metal detector," said Pitt.
"Made it myself," Trinity answered proudly. "Sensitive enough to read a penny at half a meter."
"Who owns the land?"
"Twelve hundred acres hereabouts have been in my family since Texas was a republic."
"That saves a lot of legal hassle," Sandecker said approvingly.
Pitt looked at his watch. The sun was beginning to fall beyond the string of hills. He tried to visualize the running fight between the Indians and the Roman-Egyptians toward the river and the fleet of ancient ships. He could almost hear the shouting, the screams of pain, the clash of weapons. He felt as if he had been present that fateful day so long ago. He returned to the present as Lily continued her questioning of Trinity.
"Strange that you didn't find any bones on the battlefield."
"Early Spanish sailors who were shipwrecked on the Texas Gulf Coast and managed to make their way to Veracruz and Mexico City," Garza answered her, "told of Indians who practiced cannibalism."
Lily made an expression of utter distaste. "You can't know for certain the dead were eaten."
"Perhaps a small number," said Garza. "And what remains that weren't dragged off by tribal dogs or wild animals were later buried by this guy Venator. any they missed turned to dust. "
"Herb's right," said Pitt. "any bones that remained on surface ground would disintegrate in time."
Lily became very still. She gazed almost mystically at the nearby crest of Gongora Hill. "I can't begin to believe we're actually standing within a few meters of the treasures."
An icy calm seemed to settle over them for a few moments. Then Pitt finally echoed the other's thoughts.
"A lot of good men died sixteen centuries ago to preserve the knowledge of their time," he said softly, eyes staring into the past. "I think it's time we dig it free."
The next morning Admiral Sandecker was passed through the compound gate by Secret Service guards. He drove along a winding lane to the President's hideaway cottage on the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri. He stopped his commercial rental car in the drive and removed his briefcase from the trunk. There was a crisp chill in the air, and he found it invigorating after the steamy temperatures along the Rio Grande.
The President, dressed in a warm sheepskin jacket, came down the steps from the porch and greeted him. "Admiral, thank you for coming. "
"I'd rather be here than in Washington."
"How was your trip?"
"Slept most of it."
"Sorry to bring you up here in a mad rush."
"I'm fully aware of the urgency."
The President put a hand on Sandecker's back and steered him up the steps toward the cottage door. "Come in and have some breakfast. Dale Nichols, Julius Schiller and Senator Pitt are already attacking the eggs and smoked ham."
"Assembled the brain trust, I see," Sandecker said with a cagey smile.
"We spent half the night discussing the political impact of your discovery."
"Little I can tell you in person that wasn't in the report I sent by courier."
"Except you neglected to include a diagram of your proposed excavation."
"I would have gotten around to it," Sandecker said, standing his ground.
The President was not put off by Sandecker's attitude. "You can show everyone over but."
They broke off the conversation for a few moments as the President led him through the log-constructed house. They walked through a cozy living room decorated more for modern living than a hunting lodge. A small fire crackled away in a large rock fireplace. They entered the dining room, where Schiller and Nichols, dressed as fishermen, rose as one to shake hands. Senator Pitt merely waved. He wore a sweatsuit.
The Senator and the Admiral were close friends because of their closeness to Dirk. Sandecker caught a hint of warning from the elder Pitts somber expression.
There was one other man the President hadn't mentionedHarold Wismer, an old crony and adviser of the President who enjoyed enormous influence and worked outside the White House bureaucracy. Sandecker wondered why he was present.
The President pulled out a chair. "Sit down, Admiral. How do you like your eggs?"
Sandecker shook his head. "A small bowl of fruit and a glass of skim milk will do me fine."
A white-coated steward took Sandecker's order and disappeared into the kitchen.
"So that's how you keep that wiry shape," said Schiller.
"That and enough exercise to keep me in a perpetual state of sweat."
"All of us wish to congratulate you and your people on a magnificent find," Wismer began without hesitation. He stared through glasses with pink lenses. A snarled beard almost hid his lips. He was bald as a basketball; brown eyes wide to give a slight popped look. "When do you expect to move dirk?"
"Tomorrow," Sandecker answered, suspecting the rug was about to be pulled out from under him. He pulled a blowup of a geological survey map showing the topography above Roma from his briefcase. Then he followed it with a cutaway drawing of the hill indicating the planned excavation shafts. He laid them out on a free section of the table. "We intend to dig two exploratory tunnels into the main hill eighty meters below the summit. "
"The one labeled 'Gongora Hill'?"
"Yes, the tunnels will enter on opposing sides of the slope facing the river and then angle toward each other, but on different levels. One or both should strike the grotto Junius Venator inscribed on Sam Trinity's stone, or, with luck, one of the original entry shafts."
"You're absolutely sure a treasure trove of artifacts from the Alexandria Library is at this place," Wismer said, tightening the noose.
"You have no doubts."
"None," asserted Sandecker in a salty tone. "The map from the Roman stup in Greenland led to the artifacts found in Roma by Trinity. The pieces slot together nicely."
"But could the-?"
"No, the Roman objects have been authenticated." Sandecker cut Wismer off abruptly. This is no hoax, no attempt at fraud, no wild stunt or game. We know it's there. The only question is how extensive is the hoard."