The Basque frowned, and a dangerous expression came to his dark eyes. “It is a logical question, and one the Spanish government also asked. I told them that I will honor the memory of my ancestor, who was chosen to be the guardian of the relics. In return, the Span- ish government will take graduated, meaningful steps toward Basque autonomy.”

“You're using the relics as leverage?”

He shrugged. “I prefer to call it a solution that takes into account our mutual interests.”

“Not a bad deal, considering the fact that you don't have the relics.”

“A technicality,” he said, the broad smile returning. “I have un- earthed information on the sea routes my ancestor took to the New World. The Basques were in the Faroes as early as 875. After stop- ping at the Faroes, Diego would head for Newfoundland or Labrador. There is ample precedent for this theory. My people fished for cod and whales off North America as far back as the Middle Ages.”

“I've read that Cabot found Indians using words that could have had a Basque origin.”

“No doubt about it!” he said, his face flushing with excitement. “My research indicates that there are some unexplored caves near Channel-Port aux Basques in Newfoundland. I will rejoin my yacht there as soon as I clear up my business here, and I am convinced that before long I will hold the sword and horn of Roland in my hands.”

Austin paused, wondering how he could gently break the news, then decided that it could not be done. “There may be a problem,” he said.

Aguirrez eyed Austin warily. “What do you mean?” Austin handed over an envelope containing a copy of the Black- thorne manuscript. “This material suggests that the relics may not be where you think they are.” Austin proceeded to lay out the story Perlmutter had told him. As Aguirrez listened, storm clouds seemed to move in and perch on his brow.

“I know of St. Julien Perlmutter through my own research. He is highly respected as a sea historian.” “There is none more knowledgeable.”

Aguirrez slammed a fist into his palm. “I Ifnew Diego wasn't killed by Brasero. He escaped with the relics.”

“There's more,” Austin said. He handed Aguirrez the news clip detailing the interview with the zeppelin's survivor.

“I still don't understand,” the Basque said after reading the article. “Oceanus is the owner of the zeppelin that found your ancestor's boat locked in the ice.”

Aguirrez saw the connection immediately. “You believe that Oceanus has the sacred relics in its possession?”

“It's a good bet if you follow the chain of evidence.” “And in your view, Oceanus can't be approached on this matter?” “I don't think Oceanus can be approached on anythmg Austin said, with a rueful chuckle. ”You recall my boating accident? I have a confession to make. An Oceanus security guard blew up my boat with a hand grenade."

“And I must confess that I never believed your story about engine fumes.”