The Spear of Destiny by Julian Noyce Page B

there.”
      “And that’s in Jerusalem,” Hutchinson said.
    Dennis shook his head.
      “Rome.”
      “Rome?”
      “Rome.”
      “Great! We’ve got no chance of getting to that either.”
      “Guys,” Natalie said, “I’ve got something here. I’ve just translated this German writing Von Brest made. It’s not dated but he believes that the items on this page, the rope, cross, etcetera would all have magical healing powers if used together.”
      “All of them. But where.”
      “That’s the next bit of the puzzle,” Natalie continued, “Von Brest was convinced that it was the sap from the tree from which the cross was cut that contained the healing powers after it was mixed with Christ’s blood. The holy lance of Longinus will have touched Christ’s blood mixed with the sap. This is what healed his blindness.”
      “It all sounds a bit far fetched,” Dennis said.
      “It’s the bible,” Natalie replied.
      “Okay. Supposing it’s true where is this tree?”
    Dennis quickly searched google.
      “Cut down,” he said.
      “I knew it,” Hutchinson added, “It was too good to be true.”
      “Herod had the trees cut down and they were used in the building of the temple in Jerusalem. When, years later, the temple was rebuilt the wood was removed. Eventually it was made into Christ’s cross.”
      “I’ve just translated the last of Von Brest’s description,” Natalie said, “He believes that St Helena took seeds from these trees and planted them. One tree has survived to today. It stands outside of the monastery of the holy cross in Jerusalem in Rome.”
      “So if Von Werner was to obtain all these relics and take them with the spear of destiny to this tree he could heal himself.“
      “Yes.”
      “And the relics he needs are in Rome?” Hutchinson asked.
      “Yes.”
      “Then we know his next move.”
      “Yes.”
    Dennis reached for his phone.
      “I’ll alert Bauer.”
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    ROME, ITALY
     
    Peter Dennis, Natalie, Jim Hutchinson and Inspector Thomas Bauer all cleared customs at the Leonardo Da Vinci airport and walked out into a mild, October, Italian sunshine. A Carabinieri, Italian police mini-bus was waiting in a bay that displayed a sign saying strictly no parking and a picture of a car being towed. Two uniformed police officers standing guard outside the bus. As the group approached the mini-bus Bauer took out his I.D and the front passenger door opened and a man in plain clothes stepped out to greet them.
      “I suspect this is my opposite number in the Vatican police,” Bauer said.
      “Good morning,” the plain clothed man spoke in perfect English, “I am Inspector Cesare De Luca of the Corpo della Gendarmeria dello stato della citta del Vaticano or, for your ease, of the Vatican police and of Interpol. We are concerned with security, public order, traffic control, border control, general police duties and criminal investigation.”
      “Thank you Inspector. I am Thomas Bauer inspector of the Austrian police and Interpol. This is Mr Hutchinson, director of the Oceanic Archaeology Institute, his assistant and head archaeologist Miss Natalie Feltham and finally journalist Mr Peter Dennis.”
    They each shook hands with the Italian inspector.
      “Welcome to Rome!” De Luca said flashing his strong white teeth. He gestured towards the mini-bus.
      “Do you ever get to guard the Pope?” Hutchinson asked.
      “Sometimes,” De Luca replied smiling again. He opened the side door of the mini-bus and offered his hand to Natalie to help her inside the vehicle. She took the hand and thanked him, Dennis following closely behind.
      De Luca proceeded to the front of the mini-bus and shouted instructions to his two men who got into the front seats, one behind the steering wheel. Dennis leaned close to Natalie who was watching the Italian police inspector through the windscreen.
      “You fancy him don’t you?”
      “Not