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The Moses Legacy

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by Adam Palmer


  ‘So it’s a perfect match,’ said Gabrielle excitedly.

  ‘Let’s not jump to conclusions just yet. Let’s see if we can find anything else. Again, using the two recognized words of El and Jehovah, if we look just above the middle of the second tablet, we see the name Jehovah, the word El and also …’ His inflection was rising as he felt the growing excitement. ‘…the word Yisral, which appears to be an early form of the name Israel.’

  By now, even Mansoor’s hitherto sceptical eyes were lit up with the fire of enthusiasm. ‘Does that mean what I think it means?’

  Daniel was pleased to hear emotion in Mansoor’s tone for once and he was unable to conceal the passion in his own. ‘It means we’ve gone some way to deciphering Proto-Sinaitic script. But more important than that… it means that what you’ve got back in Cairo are the remnants of the original Mosaic tablets!’

  Chapter 11

  ‘Look, could you at least give me my phone back so that I can call my folks?’

  Jane’s tone was like that of a stroppy teenager. She was being held in the isolation wing of a military hospital along with the other volunteers from the dig and also some of the soldiers. They were segregated from each other in order to further reduce the risk of infection.

  They had been told very little, beyond the fact that it was a precaution and it was for their own wellbeing.

  ‘We aren’t allowing phone calls for the time being,’ the man from the Ministry of Health explained to her, in the tone of a kindergarten teacher to a not very bright child.

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘We don’t want to start a panic.’

  ‘You’re probably starting more of a panic by holding us incommunicado like this.’

  The man from the Health Ministry, an alumnus of Harvard, looked impressed by Jane’s vocabulary as he thought of her as an empty-headed blonde. She sensed the patronizing attitude from the smile on his face, even though he said nothing.

  ‘My father’s a United States senator.’

  ‘I know,’ said the official, still smiling. ‘And this is against your constitutional rights.’

  ‘Look, it’s not funny!’

  ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. But you have to understand that a panic is the last thing we need. We depend heavily on the tourist industry in this country.’

  ‘Look, I’m not going to start a panic. Besides, my father already knows.’

  The official looked at her blankly and then understood.

  ‘Oh yes, aren’t you the one who smuggled a phone into the dig?’

  She blushed and then smiled, realizing that the look on the health official’s face was actually one of approval.

  ‘Okay, yes that was me. Look, I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I just didn’t want him to worry.’

  She gave the official a seductive smile. He looked at her hesitantly.

  ‘Okay, one call. And don’t mention that anyone else is in quarantine. You can tell him that you’re okay – and that you’ll be released in two weeks.’

  She smiled as he handed his mobile phone through the sliding drawer into the isolation area. Then she took the phone and put in the call.

  ‘Hallo Dad.’

  ‘Jane,’ said Senator Morris.

  ‘Listen, I’ve got some bad news. Because of what happened at the dig with Joel, we’ve been put into quarantine.’

  ‘What? At the hospital?’ The shock was palpable.

  ‘Yes, but a different hospital. They’ve said they’ll release me in two weeks, but I’m not allowed to have my phone with me.’

  ‘Why not?’

  She looked at the health official, wondering how much she was free to say.

  ‘Something about contamination.’

  ‘Did you manage to get any of Joel’s clothes?’

  ‘No, I didn’t have a chance.’

  ‘Okay, well, look… don’t feel bad. You tried your best.’

  She did feel bad though, or at least mildly guilty. ‘Thanks, Dad.’

  ‘Oh, just one thing.’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘You’re sure they don’t know that I told you to get a sample of Joel’s clothes?’

  ‘Absolutely.’

  ‘Okay, that’s good.’

  They said goodbye and Jane handed the phone back to the official through the sliding drawer. He picked it up with an alcohol wipe and cleaned it all over before putting it in his pocket.

  Amused as she was by the official’s paranoia, Jane was more concerned by what her father was up to. She could tell from his tone that whatever he was doing, he wasn’t finished yet.

  Chapter 12

  ‘This is where we keep all the artefacts that aren’t on display,’ Mansoor was explaining as he led Daniel and Gabrielle through a labyrinth of corridors in the basement of the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities.

  Daniel had worked on the details of the translation of the text from the stones on the plane back from Sharm. It was painstaking work, matching the recognized words and then pairing up single words or groups of words from the stones with the counterparts in the Bible. But after a while it had become easier. It was like a crossword puzzle: the more matches he found, the easier it was to find suitable matches for the remainder.

  By the time they landed in Cairo, he had finished the translation and created a concordance of some 138 words in the old language and the equivalent in biblical Hebrew.

  ‘I think we need to agree the terms we’re working on,’ Mansoor had said on the plane. ‘Whilst it’s your translation, Professor Klein, and Gabrielle was in charge of the dig, I am the senior scholar amongst the three of us and I think it should be my name first when we publish our findings.’

  This was more than just a wish. It was a firm decision. He couldn’t actually stop Daniel from publishing a paper from memory about the language in abstract, but the finding of the original Mosaic tablets was much bigger news than the mere decipherment of an old script. Mansoor had control over the stone fragments themselves.

  Furthermore, as Vice Minister of Culture, he could stop either of them from working in Egypt again. This would have been more of a blow to Gabrielle than to Daniel, but it was Daniel who was the more conciliatory of the two.

  ‘That’s fine with me. I don’t even mind if my name goes last. I’m just thrilled and honoured to be part of this.’

  Mansoor responded to Daniel’s pliant reply by offering him a consolation prize.

  ‘You do know of course that we have another long document in the ancient script.’

  ‘What document?’ Gabrielle had asked, taken aback by this revelation.

  ‘Oh, just a papyrus that’s been lying around in the archives for some time. It was never really given much thought, but in the current light, I think it’s fair to say that it takes on a new importance.’

  It was this other document that Mansoor was taking them to see now. He led them into a room full of metal shelves laden with boxes. He went over to a shelf and stood before a brown cardboard box with some Arabic writing on it in thick, black magic marker. Daniel understood the writing, but all it said was ‘Papyrus’ and ‘Clay jar’. Mansoor lifted the box and brought it over to a workbench. He deposited it carefully on one side, while Daniel and Gabrielle stood on the other. Then he opened the box, reached in and produced what looked like a wooden-framed glass box which he also deposited on the table.

  Daniel stared at it in awe. What he was looking at, he realized, was a glass-mounted papyrus which contained about fifty lines of writing in Proto-Sinaitic script. Gazing now at the longest piece of text that he had ever seen in this ancient language almost brought tears to his eyes.

  The writing was set out horizontally relative to the paper in a single column, running parallel to the shorter side of the papyrus and perpendicular to the longer side. In this respect it differed from, say, a Jewish Torah scroll written in a series of columns, to be unfurled horizontally and read one column at a time.

  Daniel stared at it for a long time,
taking in the fact that what he had before him was a very ancient papyrus in remarkably good condition. After a while, he looked up at Mansoor. ‘What is it?’ he asked.

  Mansoor frowned. ‘That’s what you’re supposed to tell me.’

  ‘I mean what can you tell me about its provenance?’

  ‘First of all, can you translate it?’

  Daniel sat down, took out his one-page concordance and started looking for words in the papyrus that matched. After some considerable time, he looked up, disappointed.

  ‘There aren’t enough words matching the concordance. I found nine instances of Jehovah and three variants of El which I assume is a generic reference to God. But there were no other common words.’

  He noticed that Gabrielle looked disappointed. He could always tell her mood from her face, even when she tried to hide it. It was harder to tell with Mansoor; Daniel had not known him long enough.

  ‘But nine instances of Jehovah,’ said the Egyptian contemplatively. ‘What’s your general impression? I mean what sort of a document do you think it is?’

  ‘Well, my first impression was that it was a proclamation intended to be unfurled vertically and read out loud by a herald to an assembled audience. But then I rejected that because proclamations would more likely be engraved on a stone monument and displayed in public to be seen by one and all.’

  ‘Not if it were a proclamation to a nomadic people,’ Gabrielle interrupted, picking up the theme of the nomadic Shasu of Yahowa that they had talked about earlier.

  Daniel nodded approvingly. ‘True. But then I considered the possibility that it might be a letter or missive to a single individual. I also noticed a peculiarity about the way it was set out: every single line is different in length. That is precisely the way that poetry would be written.’

  ‘So which is it?’ asked Mansoor. ‘A proclamation to a nomadic people or an ancient poem?’

  ‘Well, if it weren’t for the presence of the name Jehovah, one might speculate that this was copied or plagiarized from an old Egyptian poem. But Jehovah precludes that.’

  ‘So it must be a proclamation to the Israelites,’ said Gabrielle.

  Daniel wanted to proceed more cautiously. He turned to Mansoor. ‘I’ve told you as much as I can based on looking at it. I might be able to tell you more if you can give me some idea about its origins.’

  ‘I can tell you that it’s been carbon dated to around 1600 BC,’ said Mansoor.

  ‘That makes it older than the Bible.’

  ‘Yes it does. But I can’t tell you when or where it was found.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘Because I don’t know. That is, I can tell you where it was found latterly. But I cannot tell you where it was found originally.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘It was found here in one of the storage rooms, when we were in the process of entering all the items in the museum on to our new computer database. But it didn’t have any object card with it, so the provenance is completely unknown. All we found was the clay jar with the papyrus.’

  ‘Clay jar?’

  ‘Yes, the papyrus was actually found inside an old clay jar. We only mounted it in glass recently, shortly after finding it. But we haven’t been able to trace the origins of either the papyrus or the jar.’

  ‘But aren’t they listed in the museum’s register?’

  ‘We did a thorough search of the register and haven’t found it.’

  ‘Isn’t that rather… strange?’

  ‘It’s not suspicious, if that’s what you mean. There are quite a few items in the storage rooms that we haven’t been able to find listed in the register books.’

  ‘When you say “the register books”… I mean, aren’t the records computerized now?’

  ‘Actually, we’re still in the process of creating our computerized database of objects and artefacts – with the help of an American non-profit organization. But you have to understand that until 2006 the registration system was entirely manual. We’ve got a quarter of a million objects in this museum, only half of which are in the database. It was when this papyrus and its container were due to be entered into the system, that we discovered it was unlisted.’

  ‘But how could something like that happen?’ asked Daniel.

  ‘You have to understand,’ Mansoor continued sheepishly, ‘that due to historic reasons, the manual numbering system is a bit fragmented. We actually have four different numbering systems that developed over time. But unfortunately, different objects were categorized according to the different systems. In fact, some items have numbers in more than one of the numbering systems.’

  ‘But how could you track so many objects with such a fragmented system?’

  ‘We couldn’t. It was a real nightmare. And to make matters worse, we didn’t even have anyone specifically trained in archive maintenance. In practice, responsibility for keeping the records was divided between the sections. Each section had responsibility for its own objects and artefacts.’

  ‘Okay, may I see the clay jar?’

  Mansoor put on a pair of latex gloves, reached into the box, pulled aside some padding and then produced the clay jar, carefully depositing it on the workbench in front of them. Daniel put on a similar pair of gloves and gently turned the jar this way and that to get a better look. The outside of the jar looked quite plain. Then a very faint trace of an engraving on the side caught Daniel’s eye.

  ‘Holy shit!’

  ‘What?’ asked Mansoor, picking up on Daniel’s excitement.

  ‘Take a look at that,’ said Daniel, handing the jar over to Mansoor.

  The Egyptian held it up to the light and tilted it back and forth to get a better view. His face changed when he saw what Daniel had seen: a barely visible engraving of a serpent coiled around a pole.

  ‘But that looks like…’

  ‘The Rod of Asclepius!’

  ‘But that’s a Greek symbol,’ said Mansoor, lowering the jar and meeting Daniel’s eyes. ‘It didn’t exist at the time when Proto-Sinaitic script was used.’

  ‘Not under the name Rod of Asclepius,’ said Daniel.

  ‘Wasn’t Asclepius the Greek god of medicine?’ asked Gabrielle.

  ‘Exactly,’ said Daniel. ‘And the Rod of Asclepius – the rod with a snake coiled around it – is widely associated with medicine and used by a number of pharmaceutical organizations. Snakes were often associated with medicine as well as illness. Hence snake oil.’

  ‘Also in ancient Egyptian culture,’ said Mansoor.

  ‘But not in this specific form,’ Daniel cut in. ‘The snake coiled around a pole, I mean.’

  ‘That’s true, Professor Klein. But then again there’s a lot of ancient Egypt that remains undiscovered, even today. And much of what we had was lost to theft – both foreign and domestic.’

  Daniel was thinking about something Gabrielle had said about the Greek god of medicine. At the back of his mind he was also remembering what Harrison Carmichael had said about fiery snakes, Moses putting a snake on a pole and the possibility of the sixth plague returning. Now the dig had been closed down because of ‘food poisoning’ according to Mansoor. He was turning these thoughts over in his mind, uncertain of what to make of it. For a moment he considered asking Mansoor why the dig was really closed down, but he sensed that if Mansoor was holding out on him, he was unlikely to be more candid and open if pressed. He was more likely to clam up completely.

  Daniel decided to test the waters.

  ‘I wonder if we could get some outside advice on this point. Would it be all right if I called Harrison Carmichael?’

  ‘Okay,’ said Mansoor. ‘But be discreet.’

  Daniel called Carmichael’s number on his mobile, but the voice that answered was not that of Professor Carmichael. ‘Hallo, could I speak to Harrison Carmichael please… Daniel Klein. Yes, he knows me… What?’

  Gabrielle was looking at him, concerned.

  ‘When?… How?… The police?’

&n
bsp; ‘What is it?’ asked Gabrielle.

  When Daniel looked at Gabrielle next, his face had turned to stone.

  ‘It’s Harrison. He’s dead.’

  Chapter 13

  ‘They’re anti-Semitic, anti-American, anti-British and anti-Western. They’d like to wipe us off the face of the earth.’

  Sarit Shalev stared at Dov Shamir, trying to gauge how much of his manner was showmanship for her benefit. It was hard to tell with Dov, or ‘Dovi’ as she called him. Everything about him was uniformly dark – appearance and mood alike – except for the odd flash of excitement. Although he was dressed like a typical casual Israeli in a blue shirt and jeans, he somehow reminded her of Heathcliff – or at least the way she imagined Heathcliff to be when she first read Wuthering Heights as a gangly teenager.

  Now a compact but kick-ass fit twenty-four-year-old, she was no longer quite so enamoured by characters in fiction, and thinking about Dov’s appearance, she realized that perhaps ‘dark’ was too strong a word. It was true of his eyes and hair, but applying it to his skin tone was stretching it somewhat. His ancestry was central European, and his skin wasn’t naturally dark, merely tanned by the Mediterranean sun.

  ‘They sound like the usual crowd of semi-literate rednecks.’

  ‘Except these guys aren’t semi-literate, Sarit. These are movers and shakers, people with power and influence. These are the people who manipulate the rednecks: the educated people who use pop science to sell people on their crackpot conspiracy theories.’

  She was eight years his junior, and in terms of intelligence experience, that difference was vast. But it didn’t restrain her feisty, independent spirit when it came to questioning his judgement as he briefed her on the assignment in this windowless room at Mossad’s headquarters in the coastal town of Herzliya.

  ‘Why did this Milne woman contact us in the first place?’

  ‘She first approached us a couple of years ago. Technically she’s been my asset even before she took her husband’s place.’

 

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