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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. I - MUSTA’RIB
  4. I
  5. II
  6. III
  7. IV
  8. V
  9. VI
  10. VII
  11. VIII
  12. IX
  13. X
  14. XI
  15. XII
  16. XIII
  17. XIV
  18. XV
  19. XVI
  20. XVII
  21. XVIII
  22. XIX
  23. XX
  24. XXI
  25. XXII
  26. XXIII
  27. XXIV
  28. II - CRUCESIGNATI
  29. I
  30. II
  31. III
  32. IV
  33. V
  34. VI
  35. VII
  36. VIII
  37. IX
  38. X
  39. XI
  40. XII
  41. XIII
  42. XIV
  43. XV
  44. XVI
  45. XVII
  46. XVIII
  47. XIX
  48. XX
  49. XXI
  50. XXII
  51. XXIII
  52. XXIV
  53. XXV
  54. XXVI
  55. XXVII
  56. XXVIII
  57. XXIX
  58. XXX
  59. XXXI
  60. III - NAVIGATOR
  61. I
  62. II
  63. III
  64. IV
  65. V
  66. VI
  67. VII
  68. VIII
  69. IX
  70. X
  71. XI
  72. XII
  73. XIII
  74. XIV
  75. XV
  76. XVI
  77. XVII
  78. XVIII
  79. XIX
  80. XX
  81. XXI
  82. XXII
  83. XXIII
  84. XXIV
  85. XXV
  86. XXVI
  87. XXVII
  88. XXVIII
  89. EPILOGUE
  90. I
  91. II
  92. Afterword

Robert came home, seemingly full of disgust at what he had experienced of Moorish Spain. He became a warrior of God, eagerly taking the Cross when the Pope called the First Crusade.

Thomas said, ‘But he never forgot his strange experiences, the tale of the magical engines, his father’s prophecy, the future visions of al-Hafredi. In the end, driven by some sense of guilt perhaps - he may have felt it a betrayal of his father to just abandon it all - he told his own eldest son the whole story. And that son, mercifully for history and your family’s fortune, was more bookish than his father, and wrote it all down for us.

‘Now, by chance, not all of the Codex itself was lost. In the final struggle a scrap of it was torn away and ended up in Robert’s possession. It bore strange words . . .’ Thomas rummaged through scrolls on a low table before him for his copy of the fragment. ‘Ah, here we are.’ He ran his finger along a line of text.

BMQVK XESEF EBZKM BMHSM BGNSD DYEED OSMEM HPTVZ HESZS ZHVH

‘There were letters nearby too, preserved on the fragment, but ripped through. A D, perhaps, a V and an M - nothing else could be made out.’

Saladin read this over. ‘It’s in no language I ever saw.’

‘Reading isn’t your strong suit anyhow, son,’ Joan said, mocking him.

‘This is no known language,’ Thomas confirmed. ‘I believe this is a cipher - a code, perhaps of the type Caesar once used. There may be some key, which is lost. At any rate it was preserved, thanks to the transcription of the bookish son.’

‘Now,’ said Joan. ‘Here’s the most important thing for us, Saladin. Another of the three prophecies, the Testament of al-Hafredi, also fell by chance into Robert’s hands.’

‘Written on a bit of human skin,’ Thomas said with a certain morbid relish.

‘And this al-Hafredi has become our family’s own oracle.’

‘An oracle?’

‘I mean that literally, Saladin. One of Robert’s grandsons gave the material to Brother Thomas’s house to study and interpret it for us, and so they have, in the centuries since.’

Thomas said, ‘Al-Hafredi told of events to come - very broad-brush, but reliable none the less. And in particular he spoke of the advance of the Mongols. This followed the Islamic conquest of Europe, and he described it step by step.’

Saladin was trying to work this out, his face twisting. ‘The Muslims have never conquered Europe.’

‘True, but we can believe that the Mongols’ advance would have occurred as al-Hafredi described it, whether Islam conquered or not.’

Now Saladin seemed utterly baffled. ‘And Robert lived and died long before anybody had heard of the Mongols!’

‘He did indeed,’ Joan said. ‘It wouldn’t be much of a prophecy if it was the other way around, would it?’