The Spear of Destiny (33 page)

  The Mercedes bumped the earth and Dennis turned the ignition key to start the engine and drove from the skis onto the sand of the desert.

  “Where do you think we are Pete?” Hutchinson asked.

  “I’ll drive up to the top of that dune to get our bearings. There must be a road around here somewhere.”

  He stopped the Mercedes at the top of a dune and the three of them scanned the surrounding desert. Behind them was the backdrop of the Hebron mountains. In the far distance they could see a road snaking through the yellow sand. Natalie saw something glinting in the sand.

  “What is that?” she pointed in the distance.

  “I think I know,” Dennis said. He turned the steering wheel on the Mercedes and drove down the side of the dune towards what was sparkling in the sun.

  Halfway there they came across the body of Longinus still in his red toga. Dennis stopped the 4x4 by the side of the body. The face had returned to its human form and the eyes were open and normal. The bullet hole evident in the forehead.

  “I’m sorry I had to do that,” Dennis said.

  “It’s a real pity that we weren’t able to save him. Imagine if we could have done. To bring home someone who lived two thousand years ago during the time of the Caesar’s,” Natalie said.

  “What a find that would have been,” Hutchinson added.

  “He was just pure evil,” Dennis said, “Over the  two millenia his body and soul were transformed into that creature we saw. I only hope he finds peace now.”

  He took one more look and then put his foot down and drove the Mercedes on towards the glint in the sand. He pulled up near a road just a few metres from Von Werner and stepped slowly from the vehicle, Hutchinson following.

  “Is he dead this time?” the American asked.

Dennis looked down at the broken body. Blood was dripping from every opening. The spear was still clutched in the dead hand. Dennis reached down and plucked the spear from the fingers.

  “He is this time.”

Dennis passed the spear to Hutchinson. The sparks had gone now, the metal ordinary.

  “We’d better get this to its home,” Hutchinson said, “If we go that way it will take us to Jordan. Don’t fancy Israel now do you?”

  “No.”

They got back into the Mercedes. Dennis put his hand on the ignition key then paused. He looked down at the Count’s broken body.

  “You know even after everything he has done I was going to save him.”

Dennis started the engine. Natalie leaned forward from the back seat and put her arms around his neck.

  “You’re a good man Peter Dennis,” she said.

Hutchinson in the front passenger seat looked at his friend.

  “You did save his daughter.”

  “Yes,” Dennis said, selecting first gear and turning onto the tarmac road for Jordan, “And I’ve no doubt we’ll be seeing her again.” 

EPILOGUE

Dennis, Natalie and Hutchinson walked out of the building at Shaheed Mwaffaq Military airport in Jordan and onto the tarmac. The C130 Lockheed Hercules that would take them to the british military base in Cyprus for a flight back to England was just a short distance ahead. Jordanian soldiers stood at intervals around the buildings and plane on guard.

  Dennis carried both his and Natalie’s small cases. Hutchinson wheeled his. Natalie carried a rucksack over one shoulder.

  “I don’t know about you,” she said looking at her chipped fingernails, “But I’ll be really glad to get home. I need a manicure.”

  “I’ll treat you to one,” Dennis said, “What about you Jim?”

The American was slightly ahead of them and he turned his head.

  “What’s that?”

  “Will it be good to get home?”

  “Well I’ve been thinking….”

Natalie and Dennis stopped and gave each other knowing looks.

  “….About this Francis Drake, El Dorado thing.”

  Dennis rolled his eyes and put the cases down. Hutchinson continued walking while speaking over his shoulder.

  “Who was it who first went in search of it?”

  “El Dorado was named after a Muisca king who covered himself in gold dust and threw himself into lake Guatavita. It later became known as the lost city of gold. Two Spanish conquistadors, Gonzalo Pizarro and Francisco Orellana set out from Quito in Ecuador in 1541 in search of the legendary city. They discovered the Amazon basin and were the first to navigate the Amazon river. El Dorado‘s existence has never been proved Jim.”

  “And Drake searched for the city?”                  

  “Many explorer’s have.”

  “Lost city of gold eh?”

  “Please don’t tell me you’re seriously considering it,” Dennis turned his attention to Natalie, “He’s not is he?”

  She shrugged and put her sunglasses on against the bright sun.

  “Well a man’s got to do something around here to make a living,” Hutchinson continued quietly, muttering to himself. Neither of his travelling companions heard him.

  “There’s always  Alexander’s sarcophagus,” he turned to them, “We never did finish that project.”

  “No!” they both shouted at the same time.

  Hutchinson shrugged and continued towards the plane. He said something over his shoulder just as the Hercules’ engines started up. His reply drowned out.

  “To tell you the truth,” Dennis said to his girlfriend, “I’m thinking of quitting my job at the newspaper.”

  Natalie lowered her sunglasses to peer over them.

  “What?”

  “All this action adventure stuff has got me hooked. How about Peter Dennis fortune hunter….” he gestured with his hands, imagining his name in lights.

  “No.”

  “Oh okay. How about Peter Dennis treasure hunter?”

Natalie picked her suitcase up from the tarmac and made to walk off. 

  “That’s the same thing.”

  “Oh okay. How about Peter Dennis husband?”

She stopped and peered over her sunglasses again.

  “What did you say?”

Dennis held his hands out by his side.

  “I said, Natalie will you marry me?”

Her mouth dropped open.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. Why not. Come on what do you say?”

She removed her sunglasses and looked him up and down for a few moments. Then she came over and whispered her answer in his ear. Then, leaving him open mouthed this time, she turned and followed Hutchinson. At the plane she turned back. Dennis hadn’t moved. He was staring after her.

  “Well are you coming or not?” she called.

Half smiling to himself he picked his suitcase up and followed her to the waiting Hercules.

THE END