The 13th Tablet

by Alex Mitchell

  Daniel returned from Cambridge at lunchtime, carrying extra wellington boots for Mina. Father and son lead her through Hildersham’s muddy fields to Linton for a pub lunch. At least it wasn’t raining that day. Mina was trying to be cheerful but she kept wondering if Jack would find her. Daniel seemed more embarrassed than usual as they walked back to the house together chatting, as Joshua lagged behind.

  ‘Mina, can I ask you a personal question?’ asked Daniel with difficulty.

  ‘Yes, of course,’ she replied.

  ‘Do you have someone in your life? I mean, you seemed a bit sad today and I just wondered if…’ he broke off.

  ‘Daniel, can I be frank with you?’

  ‘Don’t be too tough on me. I know you American girls can be blunt as hell.’

  They both laughed.

  ‘I’m sort of involved with someone.’

  ‘Ah,’ said Daniel sadly.

  ‘I hope I wasn’t too blunt?’ she asked.

  ‘No, no. A direct answer to a direct question.’

  ‘Daniel, can we be friends? I think we could be good friends and right now, I really need one,’ said Mina.

  Daniel was disappointed but respected her frankness and genuine offer. He straightened up, and shook off his infatuation.

  ‘It’s a deal.’

  Same day

  St John’s Wood, London

  In a dark room an old man was sitting at his desk, deep in thought. A shadowy silhouette had crept into the house from the garden. Thinking that he heard an unusual noise, the old man left his desk and stepped into the corridor. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He returned to his study…the shadow moved up the stairs, then unhurriedly and noiselessly stepped onto the landing of the second floor. He walked down the corridor to the old man’s study. He knocked on the door. The old man looked up to face a bearded man in a dark suit.

  ‘Master,’ said the bearded man, bowing respectfully.

  ‘Good,’ said the old man, ‘You’re back. Are our people posted at all the major libraries?’

  ‘Yes master, Oxford, Cambridge, London, Aberystwyth and Edinburgh. One of our men thinks he recognised Miss Osman’s friend outside the University Library in Cambridge.’

  ‘Hmm. Send more men there immediately. We can’t afford to lose their trail again. What about Ephraim in New York?’

  ‘All is in place, he will act tonight.’

  ‘Any digital copies?’

  ‘They’ve already been destroyed.’

  ‘Good. We may not be as dark and nameless as we were in the olden days, but we certainly know how to vanish in the night. Clear out this place. I’m moving to the other house.’

  Jack had explored the main reading rooms of the University Library but Mina was nowhere to be seen. Since then, he’d been sitting patiently in his car, waiting for her to show up at the library’s main entrance. He was trying to guess what she might have done if she’d already been there and left. It was mid-afternoon when he plugged his mobile phone into his laptop and started surfing the internet, reading about the library and its various research units. He came to the same conclusion as Mina and decided to ask after her at the Genizah Research Unit. Maybe she’d already been there and they would remember her. Half an hour later, having learned all he needed to know, Jack was on his way to Hildersham.

  Same day. New York.

  Natasha knocked on Oberon’s office door.

  ‘Come in,’ he said, looking up from his computer screen.

  Natasha walked into the room. Oberon glanced at her sideways. She seemed nervous.

  ‘What’s the matter, Natasha?’

  ‘I’m going to need to access the vault, sir.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘The tablet is back in Malibu, isn’t it?’

  ‘Yes it is. What’s going on, Natasha?’

  ‘Something very strange, sir. The three translators have disappeared, as well as the camera I used to photograph the tablet.’

  ‘Did you copy the digital images on our server?’

  ‘Yes sir.’

  ‘And?’ he asked patiently.

  ‘They’re gone too’, she answered, looking away.

  ‘What? How is this possible?’ he blurted out.

  ‘Someone hacked into our system and deleted the files and that same someone stole my camera from my own office.’

  ‘Don’t we have security systems?’ he asked.

  ‘I checked last night’s CCTV recordings but all they show is a blank image. Either they were all out of order or someone disabled the cameras.’

  Oberon was furious.

  ‘You’re in charge of security!’ He screamed at her, ‘That’s why I pay you so much. And you don’t have a single god damn answer?’

  ‘I need to fly right now to Malibu and check the vault.’

  ‘You’ll leave this office when I say so. I want you to get to the bottom of this. The vault’s security is state of the art.’

  ‘But…’ began Natasha.

  ‘But what?’ asked Oberon.

  ‘This is the work of someone who is highly trained and extremely clever. I think he or they are after the tablet. It could be Mina Osman and her friend.’

  ‘Mina Osman? You must be joking,’ he spat with contempt.

  ‘No, her partner. He handled three of my best men in Mosul as if they were boy scouts, retrieved Mina Osman from the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea and shot his way out of Safed. I’m sorry sir, but I think we’re dealing with a tough son of a bitch.’

  ‘OK. Find out who he is. We leave for the mansion tomorrow morning. Set up the flight. Make sure there is extra security at the mansion tonight.’

  ‘I’m on it,’ she answered and left the room.

  Oberon tapped nervously on the mahogany desk, and then picked up his laptop and hurled it against the wall.

  Malibu suburbs. Early afternoon.

  Ephraim had left New York a few hours earlier, having successfully erased all data pertaining to the tablet from Oberon’s offices. He’d been lying naked on his bed for hours in this tiny Malibu motel room with the curtains drawn. Two guns were carefully placed on the bed stand as well as a set of darts, the sharp end covered in a dark substance. Standing up, he had read Shobai’s email over and over again, until he knew its lines by heart. He opened up his suitcase, and reached for a vial. He pulled out its stopper and a pungent fragrance immediately filled the room. He poured some oil into the palm of his hand and started applying it to his skin. When his entire body was covered in oil, he stood in the middle of the room and faced east. He closed his eyes and began chanting an incantation in a low, rhythmic voice.

  ‘Great Caliel, I adjure thee by thy great name, thee angel of clarity and justice, Shofteni betsidkekha adonai elohay ve’al Yismekhu li.’

  He then moistened his skin with pure water from another vial and continued his incantations:

  ‘Make me invisible, lord Caliel, in the presence of any man from sunset till sunrise. Amen.’

  He sat down, crossing his legs, and remained utterly still. A few hours later, he rose from his seated position. Outside, the sun was slowly setting. He moved so slowly that the contours of his body seemed to fade, or blend somehow with the surrounding darkness. He flexed his muscles and thought to himself, ‘It is time.’

  Hildersham, Mulberry Cottage

  Joshua Bamart was bringing wood from the garden into the house, when he heard someone knocking at the door. He called out to Mina from the bottom of the stairs, ‘Mina, could you open the front door, please. I’ve got an armful of fire wood right now.’

  ‘Of course Joshua, I’m coming down.’

  Her mind still lost in various letters she had been reading in Joshua’s archive, Mina climbed down the stairs, and opened the front door to find Jack standing on the doorstep, with a beaming smile. She thought her heart had stopped beating.

  ‘So? You’re going to leave me standing here?’ asked Jack.

  ‘Oh Jack, I can’t believe you’re actually here!�
� She said and threw her arms around him.

  Old Bamart was building a fire while Jack and Mina sat comfortably in their armchairs. When he was satisfied the fire had picked up momentum, Bamart sat down.

  ‘A cup of tea Joshua?’ asked Mina.

  ‘A nice cup of tea, Mina, a nice cup of tea. Yes please,’ he smiled at her.

  He turned to Jack, sizing him up.

  ‘So, Jack, are you also a scholar from New York?’

  ‘No sir, I’m from Washington and I’m an engineer.’

  ‘Please, have a scone,’ Joshua said to Jack, offering him a plate covered with scones and another with a pot of thick clotted cream and raspberry jam.

  ‘Thanks. I’m so glad I found Mina in the end. She lost her mobile phone and I found out she was staying with you from the people at the Genizah Unit.’

  ‘Well, we’ll have to find you a room in the house as well, I suppose.’

  ‘Well, thanks. I was going to stay at a hotel in Cambridge. Are you quite sure?’

  ‘Of course I am.’

  ‘That’s mighty kind of you,’ Jack replied.

  Jack thought Joshua seemed sad, as he left the house with Mina to go for a walk in the village.

  ‘What’s his story, Mina?’

  ‘He’s such a lovely person. He reminds me in some ways of Professor Almeini. You’ll get along just fine. I think he’s sad because he probably thought I’d be a good match for his son. He also seems to think I’m Jewish and I haven’t really had the opportunity to correct him.’

  ‘His son?’

  ‘Yes, Daniel, he’s a Hebrew scholar at the UL. He’s a really nice guy, a bit on the geeky side. It’s thanks to him that I found this place.’

  ‘That was quick thinking,’ Jack said, trying not to show his displeasure at the notion of a ‘nice guy’ inviting Mina to live with him, and his father’s matchmaking plans. His sarcastic tone didn’t escape Mina.

  ‘What do you expect? You abandon me in London and you think I’m just going to sit in some nasty guest house and wait for Oberon Wheatley’s assassins to murder me?’

  ‘I’m sorry. I wish things were different. You did the right thing. And no-one would think to look for you here.’

  They walked up the main street towards the local church. Mina opened the gate leading into the church yard, and she led the way to its side entrance. They stood outside as she spoke.

  ‘I came here yesterday already and there’s something strange about this church. In fact, everything about this church is weird. Especially the paintings inside, which are made to look like they come straight from the Middle Ages, but in fact were produced in the 19th century. Mind you, the building itself goes back many centuries.’

  ‘It’s beautiful,’ said Jack.

  ‘It’s even more beautiful inside. You’ll see. But before we enter, look up at the coats of arms which line the upper walls,’ she said.

  ‘Right. And?’ he asked.

  ‘Look at this one, with the circles and the lines between them.’

  ‘Is it a coat of arms? Who does it belong to?’ asked Jack.

  ‘I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. This is a simplified version of a really famous diagram, the Kabbalistic tree of life.’

  ‘Come on Mina, I think we’ve spent too much time conspiring together. You’re seeing things.’

  ‘No. I know I’m right. Check it later on. You’ll find it on any website about Kabbalah. It represents many things, including the mystical sefirot that Eli told us about in Safed.’

  ‘And in English?’

  ‘Think of these circles as spheres of knowledge, or sefirot, to approach the divine, step by step.’

  ‘OK. I agree. It’s weird to find this here. What about the rest of the church?’

  ‘That’s where it gets interesting. Let’s go in.’

  As Jack and Mina walked into the church, a dark shape moved out of the trees and closer to the building. The man was holding a small device in his hand which he had been pointing towards the couple since they started their walk. It was a ‘shotgun’ microphone, a directional sound-locating device. It was specifically designed for medium range frequencies, which allowed its user to isolate and pick up distant human voices. He hadn’t missed one word of Jack and Mina’s conversation so far. It would be more difficult to hear what they said now that they had entered the church.

  ‘This church’s amazing. It’s like a precious jewel lost in the fields,’ said Jack.

  ‘Yes. Don’t you feel it’s all too good? asked Mina. ‘What do you think of those wall paintings?’ she asked.

  ‘The colours are so vivid. But the style of the paintings is medieval. Were they restored?’

  ‘That’s the point, they’re made to look medieval, but they’re not. No. Everything’s fake here. The most ancient thing in this church is the altar slab.’ She let the word hang, waiting for Jack’s reaction.

  ‘No…’ said Jack, ‘You’re not trying to tell me that the Jerusalem tablet is right here, under our noses?’

  ‘Why not? Why couldn’t the tablet be hidden under the altar slab, or be the altar slab itself?’

  ‘There’s only one way to find out. We’ll get some tools from Joshua’s shed and return tomorrow to check it out.’

  ‘Alright,’ answered Mina. ‘But if we do, we must be very careful not to break anything. If the tablet is part of the altar, we just take a photograph and put it back in its place. I feel uneasy about desecrating an altar but especially because Joshua is the keeper of the church.’

  ‘I thought he was Jewish?’ asked Jack.

  ‘He is, but he makes sure the church is cared for and plays the organ from time to time. Never mind. You’ll be careful, won’t you?’

  ‘Of course, Mina.’

  In the evening, after dinner, they all sat by the fire. Joshua spoke of the magic of the Gog Magog hills just outside Cambridge, of the strange stone circle nearby and the ancient Roman road you could still follow from Cambridge to Linton. Jack and Mina were fascinated by their host’s every word.

  Chapter 25

  December 17th, 2004. Hildersham

  Jack and Mina both woke up to a loud wailing coming from downstairs. They rushed out of their respective rooms and bumped into each other in the corridor.

  ‘Did you hear that?’ asked Jack.

  ‘Yes. It’s Joshua,’ she said alarmed, as she ran down the stairs. The old man was sitting in his armchair. Mina approached him carefully.

  ‘Joshua? Is Daniel alright?’

  ‘Oh God, oh God,’ he kept repeating.

  ‘What is it Joshua?’

  He looked at her with vacant eyes and said, ‘It’s gone.’ Mina and Jack looked at each other in total incomprehension. They both knelt next to Joshua, and Mina held his hand.

  ‘Talk to me Joshua,’ she whispered to him kindly.

  A car pulled out near the house. A few moments later, Daniel opened the front door. He saw an expression on his father’s face that he hadn’t seen since the day his mother died. Mina was by his side with another man.

  ‘What’s going on here?’ he shouted.

  Mina walked up to Daniel and said, ‘I don’t know. We just came running down the stairs when we heard your dad screaming. He’s been like this ever since!’

  ‘And who are you?’ Daniel asked Jack.

  Mina answered for Jack, ‘This is my friend I told you about. He arrived yesterday afternoon.’

  ‘Hi, I’m Jack,’ he said.

  ‘Daniel’, replied Daniel quickly before kneeling at his father’s side.

  ‘Dad, what’s happened?’

  Old Bamart took a deep breath, and sighed.

  ‘I went to the church early this morning and…’ he broke off.

  ‘And?’ asked Mina.

  ‘And the church was vandalised during the night.’

  ‘What?’ said Jack and Mina simultaneously.

  Daniel looked at them suspiciously.

  ‘The altar was smashed and… and a
n object I care about was stolen,’ said Joshua wearily.

  ‘What was stolen, Dad?’ asked Daniel.

  ‘I can’t speak of it here,’ he replied, glancing at Jack and Mina.

  But Mina quickly interjected, ‘You can Joshua. I think I know what you’re talking about. Was a cuneiform tablet stolen from the altar last night?’

  He looked at her in wonder.

  ‘You knew?’

  ‘What does she know, Dad? What the hell’s going on here?’ asked Daniel.

  ‘I think it’s best if Mina and I filled you in on what we’re really doing here,’ Jack suggested.

  An hour later, after much talking, all four sat in silence, their faces drained of colour.

  ‘So you’ve been a keeper of this Jerusalem tablet all your life and you never told me a thing,’ Daniel asked his father in disbelief.

  ‘I’m sorry son. I was not to share this secret until I felt my life ebbing away, like my father before me and his father before him. I’m still in shock to learn that Mina and Jack found a letter from my ancestor.’

  ‘How did all this begin?’ asked Mina.

  ‘Well, the letter you found was written by Alejandro Cardozo, my ancestor who settled at Mulberry Cottage in the 18th century. He was a Portuguese Jewish scholar whose real name was Yeshua Ben Moshe. He probably came from a Marranos family, you know the ‘secret Jews’ who remained in Spain and Portugal after Jews had been outlawed there in 1492 but took on a Christian name.’

  ‘Hmm, certainly not one of Portugal’s finest hours… talking of which, I thought Jews weren’t allowed at Cambridge University until at least the 19th century?’ Mina said.

  ‘He wasn’t working for the University. He first arrived in London where he stayed with the large Sephardi community which had settled there centuries earlier. And, just like it says in the letter you found, one of the Cardozo brothers had moved from Portugal to Safed where he set up a printing business. Yeshua was the eldest, and as such was entrusted with the tablet. That’s how it ended up in England.’

  ‘What happened then?’ asked Daniel astonished.