Concerning the discovery of
the bottle and what lies inside of it
French Prison, 100km east of
Dien Bien Phu, Son La Province
sky had clouded over and rain was immanent so helmets were preferable.
Hellmantle started his motorcycle and tucked his hair away from his eyes under
favors those who help themselves!" he yelled. With his eyes like pee holes in
the snow, Hellmantle popped a wheelie and they rode off north towards Dien
But in Hellmantle's excitement he couldn't wait to make
it to Dien Bien Phu, so at the first decent waterfall, Hellmantle
you sure this is wise?" Hellmantle, looking very much like a boy who had been
given a Christmas present by Santa Claus, bolted up the mountainside away from
the road leaving D'Aqs standing there with his hands on his hips in the light
drizzle. He threw up his hands and joined his manic cousin in a secluded spot
where they sat down. The cork had been pushed in deeply so it was difficult to
twist out. With his Swiss Army knife, Hellmantle edged around the cork and was
able to loosen it. After a minute the cork dislodged from the bottle.
"Easy!" said D'Aqs, now as giddy as Hellmantle. D'Aqs was
in a state of suspended disbelief. Then with the tweezers from his knife,
Hellmantle guided the rolled paper out of the bottle. There were two pieces
one isn't paper. I can tell from the weight that it's papyrus. I have seen the
same material from Egypt. It's old! And maybe it's from the hand of Joshua the
you see now, dear D'Aqs, that our destiny is such that we will find the missing
documents and restore distorted truth with truth?" The edges were discolored on
both but there were no tears in the material. Only some mildew on one of the
corners of the papyrus marred its quality, and some of the ink had faded.
Hellmantle opened the rolled papyrus on a rock. There before them was a small
map with mountains and valleys and markings that indicated a place close to a
mountain with an ‘X'. There was writing along the top that iwas illegible to
"I'm not much good at anything other than motorcycling,"
he said. "But you are good with languages, are you not?"
my dear sir, looks like Arabic," he replied. The map only showed geographical
markings and was precise in its rendering but with little reference.
can't tell what scale this map is in. If it's just these mountains and this
valley then it could be anywhere."
are four peaks on either side of the valley. That's distinctive," said D'Aqs.
need to translate this Arabic so we know where we should look!"
about the rolled up piece of paper?" Hellmantle unravelled the paper, which was
moist and yellowed with age.
is something written on it. It looks like it's French."
does it say? There!" D'Aqs pointing to the handwriting. "It's French."
"Don't tell me you don't read French!" Hellmantle said,
alarmed and surprised. D'Aqs blushed.
"My French isn't that good despite growing up in Canada.
I've never had the chance to really learn French."
"But it's your mother tongue, the language of the Desposyni!
The most beautiful language in the world." He only shrugged and again pointed
to the writing on the soggy piece of yellowed paper.
"What does it say?" Hellmantle leaned over the paper and
choses quiquioques seit chevalier de Christ. Eslisant tant sainte conversation,
toi entor la profession, covient ajouster pure diligence e ferme perseverance,
qui est si digne et si sainte, et si haute est coneue a ester, que se ele est
gardee purement et pardurablement, tu desserviras a tenir compaignie entre les
martirs qui donernet por Jhesu Christ lor arms.'
he said. "It's a quote from the spiritual father of the First Crusade!"
Connective tissue to real history!
you translate it from the French into English?" Hellmantle, proud of his
heritage and protective of all that was French, could not resist giving D'Aqs a
look of pity.
"It is from our spiritual leader Saint Bernard de
Clairvaux. It's the Prologue to the Latin Rule. In English it means:
Above all things
whoever is a knight of Christ choosing only holy conversation, you who have
taken the vow should add pure diligence and firm perseverance, which are worthy
and holy and recognized as elevated virtues, so that if you observe it in all
its purity and eternity you will be worthy of keeping company with the martyrs
who give their souls for Jesus Christ.
bet it's written by the Great Dane himself! It must be a message to whomever
finds the map. Look!" Hellmantle pointed to something written at the bottom of
the piece of paper that had faded from time. The words ‘Vale de Kashmir'
were written in pencil that were faded.
"What does it mean?"
Valley in French! The map must be of Kashmir Valley! That's where Thomas is!
And here, it says Heaven on Earth." There was an eerie silence at the
sound of these words. Only the sound of splashing waterfall was heard as well
as the mix of sounds from the jungle around them.
forget cousin that we are the Desposyni, and as such have a
responsibility to maintain our identity and honor our bloodline. As Saint
Bernard de Clairvaux once wrote:
Such are they
whom God chooses for himself and gathers from the furthest ends of the earth,
servants from among the bravest in Israel to guard watchfully and faithfully
his Sepulchre and the Temple of Solomon, sword in hand, ready for battle."
and overcome, D'Aqs for the first time envied Hellmantle's zeal and dedication
to the Desposyni cause. He saw that in his own life he didn't have
beliefs so passionate and unyielding. His cousin's belief was so deep and his
obsession with Grail lore so sincere that it had originally struck fear into
gut, but now, with the discovery of the map, there was a newcomer to the mix of
emotions stirring within him. It was a feeling of guilt that he had been too
skeptical and disbelieving for too many years about this hidden history.
Looking into Hellmantle's bloodshot eyes, he felt shame for not having faith in
his father that this history had some historical basis to it all. There before
him was an ancient map proving that this legend was real and not a fairy tale.
The map, the lost scroll and the legend of the Holy Grail might be as real as
the cut on his hand. D'Aqs then made a silent vow before God to now put faith
in his eccentric cousin and to follow him to the end of his quest.