Zosimos of Panopolis by Yasmin Esack

Author:Yasmin Esack [Esack, Yasmin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 46

In Paris, the sun was sinking in the sky. Nightlife was starting to stir. Sitting in the Museum of the Louvre, Michel LaPlotte typed an email to Commander G.W. Foster of the US Security services. The heretic must be killed. The mission must be finished.

Pressing send, he pulled his glasses off and rubbed his nose. Unlike his predecessors, LaPlotte used a small room in the Cour Caree, wanting to sit among the Egyptian antiquities he favoured, those of Ramesses and The Seated Scribe.

It was approaching six o’clock and even as his day was closing, the director cut a suave image in his grey Armani suit and blue tie. The papyrus expert and philologist was a tall, pale man. His thinning grey hair was plastered down to reveal the pinkness of his skull. Bristly hairs grew from his ears. His ability to translate old languages impressed many as did his knowledge of history and culture. He had good reason to be holed up in a room no larger than ten square feet with nothing more than a desk, a Tiffany lamp and a hand lens. In his hands, LaPlotte held the ten lost pages of a fifteen hundred year old manuscript he wanted no one to see.

“How dare they write this absurdity? How could this be?” LaPlotte questioned. “These are strange teachings, yet the Saviour says time and time again to be encouraged in the presence of all forms of matter. I wish I had the courage to destroy them, but I don’t, Dear Father.”

He laid the pages out. Page eleven tormented him. His eyes burned from the words he saw.

“Non, never!” he exclaimed. “This is heresy!”

He read the words quietly.

-he does not see through the soul or spirit but the mind that is between the two; that is what sees the vision. It is…It is…

“You were right Brother Andrew, so right. These are strange words from a deranged woman.” Laplotte stared at the line on page fourteen. “This is impossible!” he screamed now. “Magdalene’s vision is also absurd.”

A knock came to the door and before he could answer, a security guard barged in.

“Monsieur LaPlotte, are you okay?”

“Yes, yes!” he replied, obviously annoyed.

“I’m sorry to disturb you but I was concerned.”

“I assure you, I’m well.” LaPlotte plastered a smile.

“When you’re free, Monsieur, your attention is needed at the donjon. There is much more damage from the floods than we thought.”

“I’ll be there in a second.”

The Louvre gardien stared at the papyrus pages which took up the length and breadth of LaPlotte’s desk.

“I said I’ll be there,” LaPlotte asserted.

“Eh! Yes, of course.”

The gardien quietly closed the door.

“Ass,” LaPlotte said. “How dare he enter my private space?”

He started placing the pages away but stopped at page fourteen.

“I want to have a look at you again,” he muttered. “I’m leaving you out on my desk. This vision cannot be!” He locked his room and headed down a flight of steps.

LaPlotte completed his inspection of the dungeon in the Medieval Base and then, he exited the Louvre.

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