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Chapter Forty 


 

Which relates to the agreeable history of the journey north

to the monastery on horseback

150km north of Srinagar, Line of Control, Great Himalayan Range

The Himalayan Range tickled the roof of the mouth of earth in a jagged maze of rock, peaks unforgiving, white and gray and tanned brown, treeless and sharp, angry and peaceful, untouchable and respected. Life atop the farthest reaches of land, pretty to look at but tough to conquer, Kashmir Valley on a horse was a world unto itself. Like iced teeth of rock, it stood in defiance of gravity in a never-ending grab at the empyream. Close by was K2 that was marginally higher than the vast sea of white pinnacles surrounding it in scale of size that dwarfed reality.

Leaving Sonamburg there was another checkpoint where the lieutenants and higher ups were hanging around and checking to see if the checkers checked well enough to pass as checking. Hellmantle and D'Aqs assumed the gait of a worn out trekker coming back after a religious pilgrimage. When dealing with soldiers at checkpoints, the cousins presented a neutral posture until spoken to, indicating in the subtlest of ways that they were not a threat and that the Indian civil servant had the upper hand. It was conveyed only in the minutest of fashion, whether it was the movement of an upper lip or a gesture such as removing sunglasses when not asked to, or bowing the head slightly in a submissive posture. But Hellmantle only assumed that posture for a moment, because then the soldier had an open door to abuse his power and apply arbitrary fining on the spot. Hellmantle, seeing it for what it was, thought: the act of conveying respect and backbone puts morality on the table.

To some they were a sight that brought a sincere smile to guards' faces, not only because they were both wearing wool ponchos, which, with their long beards, reminded the soldiers why they were fighting: to make the mountains safe for their families and for the trekkers around the world to get tourism back on track. But they were also potential threats, military Special Forces in diguise spying and gathering data on the skirmish stalemate between the two countries. Or possibly religious scholars on mission to find and remove a relic said to be buried somewhere in the vastness of the Himalayan range.

Abid, Hellmantle and D'Aqs rode ten kilometers on horses to a tabletop along a ridge in the mountains roughly 14000 vertical feet, according to Abid's calculations.

"What the history textbooks or even maps fail to explicate," said Hellmantle "is how the terrain causes gravity to act stronger here. Each given mile is a fuller distance than across flatlands. Sure the loose rocks and steep climbs are understood to be part of what is involved in crossing mountain ranges, but the heavy gravity - due to the sheer vertical posture of the Himalayas and the thinness of the air - create a uneven playing field when measuring on a map." Moments of struggle to fill lungs with enough air became more acute the farther they ascended. It slowed down the engine of the mind and caused sloppy navigation, and with sloppy navigation came injury. For Hellmantle, the horseback was slow but compared to walking it was welcomed.

"You know what I didn't expect?"

"No, what's that Mister Adventurer?"

"To feel tipsy so high up. Thin air aside, I'm relieved to be up here at the top, fully aware of the precipice on either side. I have forgotten to tell you of my fear of heights. I thought I could contain my fear by ignoring it while I balanced on top of a thin windy ridge where any horizontal movement caused me to flirt with a fatal tumble." Hellmantle paused, looking at the steep grades all around him. "Ironically, the view is so stunning and powerful that it's enough to cause me to lose my balance."

"I am out of breath too." He looked at D'Aqs.

"Thought your lungs would be pink as a a raw steak."

"We're not talking about a hundred or two hundred feet here," taking more breaths. "We're talking about being at 14,000 feet above sea level."

"Well the twins Joshua and Jude must have had pink lungs too so if you're panting over there then it's likely they were laboring aussi."

"Right. You smoke too much. Or it's time to move back to Canada and take advantage of the fresh air and fresh water. China's polluted. And Hong Kong is getting worse. All the industrial clouds and crappy water from the factories in Schenzhen are ending up there. It's a bad situation that will only become worse."

"Yes, you're right. I may want to relocate before my lungs become sullied. I mean through the environment. Abuse is rampant because of the lack of environmental laws." This succeeded in taking his mind away from his fear of heights. Once clear of the mountaintop, the mighty sun took over the eastern sky drenching the western slope where they sat. It was all light. Everywhere was the richness of warming sunlight, at once blinding and soothing.

"Why would they have a monastery so remote?"

        "Protection from harassment. And this light must have had something to do with it. With the iced peaks the stronger sun reflects more. So close to God!"

        "Joshua must have really loved his twin Jude. Must be a twin thing."

        "They let the horses do all the work."

"They had horses and we have have horses and iron horses."

        "Coming here was smart because no one would make this much effort to find them after he faked His death. Oh wait! There's something I want to read you that I think is rather pungent with meaning. Can you throw me your Bible?" D'Aqs wondered why the man didn't have his own Book. "Don't be shy. Throw it." Not used to riding a horse and misjudging the distance, he threw the Book too short, which caused the Man from Normandy to lean far reaching with extended arm, hand open ready to clasp, sadle slipping from the shift in weight. He knew he was going to miss It so he kicked out his right leg and hugged the horse as he slid down on its side and gained another two feet of reach to make a fingertip catch.

        Once back postured and balanced Hellmantle spoke thus:

        "One must always respect Scriptures in all manners! If that Good Book had fallen to the rocky ground I would have seen it as an act of disrepect for God. That was an act of faith. Dangling by a thread, the horse my rock. How many peoples would that effort to prevent the Word of God from smashing and splaying pages and tearing the fabric of the vehicle."

        D'Aqs, mouth agape, found his rhythm on the horse, swaying his hips and holding the reigns like his cousin, considered Hellmantle's words, taking note that when he had first traveled with him he would not have considered such hyperbole. He knew without a doubt no man could have physically stretched more than what he had just witnessed. Even Ramazon behind them made a guffaw. If he had fallen on the sharp rock, injury and the act of disrespect to God, and it would have been his sin, not Hellmantle's.

        "Your catch of the Scriptures was like Abraham proving his faith to God by killing Isaac; both were extreme acts showing faith; both proved complete belief in God." Ramazon nodded.

        "Thank you," Hellmantle said after a while.

"Well done Mantlepiece."

Then finding the page he was after Hellmantle spoke thus:

"According to the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus was struck on the head with a stick by one of the Roman soldiers in the governor's palace, when he was wearing a purple robe. They said to Him: ‘You were going to tear down the Temple and build it back up in three days! Save yourself if you are God's Son. Come on down from the cross!'"

Hellmantle raised the reigns in his hand.

"Then Jesus says: ‘These are the very things I told you about while I was still with you: everything written about me in the Law of Moses, the writings of the prophets, and the Psalms had to come true. That is what is written: the Messiah must suffer and must rise from death three days later, and in his name the message about repentance and the forgiveness of sins must be preached to all nations, beginning in Jerusalem. You are witnesses of these things. And I myself will send upon you what my Father has promised. But you must wait in the city until the power from above comes down upon you.'"

Only the sound on hooves in the silence.

"On the Sunday when Jesus sees his disciples in Galilee, it says: ‘One of the twelve disciples, Thomas (called the Twin), was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, ‘We have seen the Lord.' Thomas said to them, ‘Unless I see the scars of the nails in his hands and put my finger on those scars and my hand in his side, I will not believe.' A week later the disciples were together again indoors, and Thomas was with them. The doors were locked, but Jesus came and stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you.' Then he said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here, and look at my hands; then reach out your hand and put it in my side. Stop your doubting, and believe!'"

D'Aqs' horse snorted.

        "And that's exactly what He did," said D'Aqs pensively. "He drank the bitter potion and was taken down from the cross the next morning at sunrise."

"Spirits don't have bloody holes in their hands."

        D'Aqs knew his reading of the New Testament would always be different now. A passage like that he could only read and understand in a wider light.

        "And He says it to Doubting Thomas. I wonder if he knew what Simon the Magi and Jesus were up to?"

        "With the magic potion piece."

        "If He had, then Thomas would be acting that scene out for a purpose. But if he hadn't been told, he probably would've reacted the same way."

        "Being an identical twin," he said, tone lower, "I think Jesus would have told Thomas of his ploy with Simon, but I don't know if he really thought He could pull it off. Think of all the things that could have happened or gone wrong. I always wondered why Jesus didn't say a thing during His trial with Pontius and the Pharisees. He just stood there and let Himself get burned. There was a moment when He could have left the trial but He stands there saying nothing so the Pharisees yell out: We want Barrabas! So Pontius gives them a choice and they choose the habitual criminal over a blasphemous rebel inciting revolution and treason to the Old Testament. So to me it was as if He welcomed the crucifixion. But! But if He was going to pull it off He would have had to do it all the day before the Sabbath."

        "Which He did."

        "He would have needed Simon right there fully cocked to hand him the Valium."

        "Which He did."

        "And He would have had to have faith that the Roman soldiers didn't break His legs."

        "His disciples could have made a ruckus when they came by, saying He's dead! Leave Him be!"

        "Still a major risk. His followers knew they could get Him down at sunrise the next day, so they would have needed a place for Him to go."

        "What are the chances of his brother Joseph of Arimathea having a freshly made tomb made at his house?"

        "Indeed. And to revive Him the record says it took a hundred pounds of myrrh and aloe to cleanse Him out and revive Him."

        "Aloe is Nature's cleaner."

"And then, after riding in on an ass and making a big scene at the synagogue pushing over tables of the moneylenders and merchants, and after preaching with twelve disciples and crowds hanging around with rebellion against the Romans in the air, and after He has the Last Supper knowing Judas Iscariot could be bribed with silver sheckels and has a public trial that causes a stir, He hangs on a cross for less than a day and then leaves Jerusalem to come here."

"This is about as remote as there is in the world."

        "So He has a well-deserved reitrement up here with his twin brother, smokes the local balm and relaxes for the next forty years."

        "What He does is write the Gospel of Thomas to make sure the record is right."

        "They say it was discovered in 1945, but isn't it conceivable that the Gospel of Thomas is known but is in the Vatican Library in the top secret section?"

        "Not included in the canon due to all the references to being His twin."

        "And because it emphasizes His untainted message. Nothing about the Trinity or being the Son of God or a virgin birth. You know even in the Quran God says He made us using his semen? Actual word He uses. I think He says it in reaction to this very thing: He's ticked off Isa the prophet was said to the Son of God but that Jesus never said it Himself."

Abid walked in front and they both followed his lead. At 14000 vertical feet, what the history books failed to explicate is the terrain. Loose rocks and steepness, the sheer posture of the Himalayas made him feel small, and with the thinness of the air Hellmantle struggled to fill his lungs, becoming more acute the farther they rode.

"There's no question His message changed," said D'Aqs, with authority in his voice. "First with Paul and Nicea and the creation of a composite religion with Sol Invicticus, and then with the Synod of Whitby, when the Celtic Church switched to Roman dogma. When was that?"

"664."

"And then, within about fifty years the Quran is written."

"And in the Quran it says plainly it is the untouched Message from God and that Mohammed is the last prophet, and the Quran is His last Message. Last Chance."

"It makes you wonder."

"Wonder what?" D'Aqs enjoyed the pause before answering.

        "It makes you wonder if God is here with us and when He witnessed this tremendous fudging by Rome He chose a Prophet and delivered His Message."

        "Except this time he gives it to Abraham's other son."

"Ishmael."

"Not in the West this time but in the East."

        "To unite the East and the West."

        "Yes! To unite the world!"

        Ramazon joined Abid in front of the horses, the heat ripping at D'Aqs' face. Hellmantle kept checking the map he kept under his dark gray poncho, looking for features that matched Dane Hellmantle's map.

"It is not time that heals all wounds; it's the sun," mumbled Hellmantle under his breath. Abid looked back at him and smiled.

It was up on the ridge that Hellmantle recognized the valley in front of them, a row of four peaks on both sides straddling a tabletop of smooth rock. A three-foot stonewall half-crumbled was beside a fallen building.

"D'Aqs!" he yelled. He came over with his water bottle in his hand.

"Here it is! There are the four peaks on each side of this gulch with the flatland! And the wall! It must be it!"

"I see!" Hellmantle took out the map but neither of them needed to look at it.

"It's as plain as connecting the dots!" There was even a large, flat rock floor that was beside the fallen stone buildings, shown on the map with sharp lines.

        "I don't believe it!"

"That," said Hellmantle, "is the one feature that makes me think this monastery is beside a pond."

"That could have been a pond there." D'Aqs pointed.

"Or it's always been like that and they marked the rock flat like that. But it doesn't matter. I think we've found it!"

Hellmantle pulled out his compass and took a reading.

"Just as it should be. The valley runs East-West."

"We are looking at it from the southeast."

"Even the river runs exactly as they have marked it, see with the sharp dip here." Hellmantle first pinpointed the spot on the map and then waved his hand to where there was a waterfall. "Even the treeline is in scale."

Abid walked over to them.

"Moses," he said.

        "Moses?"

"Moses was here. The grave of Moses is close to here. Eighty miles that way." Abid pointed northeast. D'Aqs looked at his cousin.

        "Moses is buried up here?"

        "Who would have ever known?"

"But why up here?"

        "Maybe this valley is sacred from the old times?" The suggestion distracted Hellmantle, who looked D'Aqs as if seeing a new man.

        "But the trail to the graveyard is closed due to fighting," Abid said, out of breath, his large stomach hanging over his belt.

"Can't get there?" D'Aqs was stupefied at how many famous religious men were in such a remote vicinity.

"No, there's fighting." Abid was firm. "It's closed."

"Next thing you're going to say is that Noah's Ark is just over that ridge."

"D'Aqs showing some comedic wit," said Hellmantle. "Noah's Ark was discovered in 1939 by a Russian pilot flying over Mount Ararat." Casual like he was commenting on the latest hockey game. They both looked at him.

"No, I'm not going to ask you if you're serious."

"The pilot returned to base and reported that he saw a giant boat lodged in the mountainside half-buried in snow. Both the Russians and the British flew planes over the location but couldn't find it. Said it must've been buried by snowfall." D'Aqs stared at a stray dandelion on the slope sharing its plot with a Gorteel spider.

"And how did they know it was the Ark?"

"Because they said what else could it be?" But Hellmantle was looking at the map and the land.

"That is the monastery," said Hellmantle, pointing at the open rock floor.

"Yes. No one is there for a long time," said Abid.

"Now that we've found the ‘X,' let's see if we can find the actual piece shall we?" D'Aqs was breathless at the prospect of finding a relic made by the hand of the prophet Joshua.

        Crossing a hill beside a large stream, the freshly melted snow slithered over the rocks from a hundred feet up the slope. Beside the odd piece of ice, the water was turquoise, closer to green than blue. The green hue of the pine needles and the rich green grass reflected its hue as if falling forth but frozen, hunched over the river. The monastery looked close but everything around was so big that it proved to be farther away than expected. Hellmantle led the way on his horse to the compound between the bowls of rock.

When they arrived, Hellmantle found a stone hut.

"Where natives live during the summer months," said Abid. He tied the horses. Here they walked on foot.

The monastery had no buildings left standing except for two main walls of the main stone building that had no roof, but there was vegetation - bark, branches and soil - on top of a slanted roof with wood beams.

"Put there by mountain shepherds probably, who lived here during the warm season."

Before he was too close, Hellmantle and D'Aqs stopped and read the map again. The "X" on the map identified the east corner of the stone monastery, close to where the mountain stream passed.

"But there is nothing here." D'Aqs was almost frantic. Only the corner of the wall remained, dismembered stones fallen around it. Some were big and some were small but all were the same old mountain rock. Hellmantle looked back at Abid who was pitching a tent and starting a fire at the huts down the stream.

"It's right here," said Hellmantle. "It must be. I refuse to accept that it is not."

"But it's just crumbled rock." The let down in D'Aqs voice was enough to discourage the unbeliever.

"Nah, it must be here. What we're looking for is here. I don't think God would give us all this and lead us here only to be let down. Let's look!" He knelt down and began picking up stones and examining them. Once done he threw into in a pile.

"These stones are all so worn from the elements that any inscription that might have been left is long gone," said D'Aqs upon closer inspection of the pile. Then as Hellmantle picked up another stone and underneath it was a bigger stone and it was darker. In fact it was black.

"Look!" Hellmantle walked to the stone flats where he sat down under the afternoon sun. "It's different. It's smooth, almost like worn marble." One side was angled almost like a wedge, as if it had been secured in the corner of the wall purposely. Hellmantle wiped it with his poncho. There in front of his eyes were words.

"It looks like Hebrew! This is it!" On the other end of the angled side was a circular indentation as if someone had carved out the center of the stone.

"You're right. This is it!" D'Aqs knelt in front of the stone.

"It's been sitting here for 2000 years. Opening it here with my Swiss Army knife would be irresponsible. So let's take it back with us and carefully examine it at the houseboat."

"Is that it though?" D'Aqs took the stone from him and examined it. "It's over a foot in length. It's long enough to contain a scroll," giving the treasure back to Hellmantle, who put it into his pocket.

"There may be other stones we should be looking for." D'Aqs didn't answer because he was busy looking for another black stone.

After hours of looking around the east corner and along the wall, there were no other black stones to be found. After dark, they couldn't carry out their search so they returned to the horses where Abid had built a fire and had pitched the tent. The remnants of the old monastery were hidden by the night.

 

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Hellmantle sat across from D'Aqs at the fire giddy with thoughts of what the stones had inscribed on them. But soon the invisible cold became visible as the night air evaporated into a mist lined by the rays of light coming from the dying sun. God's candle descended the other side of the Himalayan Range and the fire fught to burn the wood on the windy steppe. The icy breezes smashed into the fire producing energy and spirit.

       "I made some doughnuts," said Abid, holding out a small tray of chocolate doughnuts, or at least something that looked like doughnuts.

"What kind of doughnuts are these?"

"Chocolate," he said.

"I'm so hungry I could eat one of those horses!" Hellmantle grabbed one and ate half of it in one bite.

"Good?" D'Aqs tentative. Took one and ate it in two bites. They both grabbed another.

"Happy you like them," said Abid. They both ate them quickly due to their hunger, the plate now nearly gone. "Very old recipe. Eggs, flour, oil, a little baking soda and Kashmiri chocolate."

"Sorry Abid, would you like some of your brownies?" D'Aqs held up the near-empty plate.

        "No, no. I made them for you. Finish them." And that's what they did. They eat the whole plateful.

Soon Hellmantle couldn't help pull out the stone from his pocket and study it in the firelight.

"Hebrew I think," said Hellmantle.

"Maybe it says ‘Moses was here.'"

"Or maybe this stone came from Egypt with Moses?"

"It maybe it was Moses' strong box?"

"Did you know that Moses was the only prophet was that spoken to by God?"

        "And the others?"

        "The others were given Signs or spoken to by Gabriel. Like the Quran."

"But how could Jesus get a scroll in a stone?"

"I've been thinking about that and I think he sealed the rolled up papyrus with some sort of waterproof wax." D'Aqs pointed at the opening to the hollowed out center. "That's what this is." There was something that looked like a small layer of wax covering a circular hole in the rock. D'Aqs began to laugh with sheer excitement.

"But wouldn't the scroll still be at risk? Usually scrolls are found in jars in caves - as per the Dead Sea Scrolls." Hellmantle started to laugh only because D'Aqs was becoming hysterical. "What?" Even Abid was laughing over near the horses.

"It could be wrapped in an animal bladder or some sort of membrane to keep it dry." Again D'Aqs was overcome with laughter.

        "What?"

        "Here we are holding something Jesus wrote that could contain words that could change the way two billion people look at Christianity. I mean that's not your usual campfire kind of thing isn't it?"

        "I'd say it's pretty unique."

        "And to think you found it man!" Shaking his head the laugher gushed out like a geiser. "And you were so intent on finding it when no one believed you! And here it is in your hands!" Hellmantle couldn't understand what was funny. "I mean here we are one-and-a-half kilometers in the sky sitting where Jesus and his twin brother lived for the rest of their lives and we were the ones who followed the clues and found this thing that had been whispered about for twenty centuries! And there you are holding it in your hand as if it were a baseball or something. I mean look at you!" Hair disheveled and unwashed, beard thick and bleached from the sun, skin bronzed by the wind and light, motorcycle jacket soft and worked in, motorcycle gloves ripped and barely threaded together and motorcycle boots that were scuffed and creased.

        "What?"

        "Classic!"

"Good to see you in such good humor man."

        "Well God is watching right now and so am I. Nice one Hellmantle! You really did it against total odds. I mean what were the chances? Even less than a needle in a haystacjk."

        "Good to know you had such confidence in me."

        "No but that's the thing." Laughter dying down. "I did have confidence in you. Not at first in the Philippines, but when you found the map. That was when things turned for me. You know a large part of me didn't want you to find it."

        "Why?"

        "What do you mean why? Don't you know?" Shrugged shoulders. "Because it has assaulted my belief system. Everyting I considered firm like bedrock has been ground into pebbles. I mean what am I going to do now? Think about it? Do you honestly think I can go back and preach knowing what I know now?"

        "What if it's a dud?"

        "Dud?"

        "Yeah, like it doesn't say anything meaningful." D'Aqs stroked his chin and thought about that.

        "I don't think it will matter. Put it this way, if it's signed by Jesus then there's going to be some damage to me and my career."

        "Yeah, okay, I can see that. But hey man, it's better to know the truth than to live under an illusion."

        "I don't know about that. I'll get back to you after thinking about it for a bit."

        They both stared into the fire, the ancient flame penetrating deeply into corners of their souls they had never visited before. The profundity of their find hung in the ethers between the corridors of cold rock nudging their imaginations to new heights, their lives forever changed by this event.

   


 

TABLE OF CONTENTS                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                             
          The Family of the Bible
FIRST PART
1.       Concerning the famous Hellmantle's position, character and way of life
2.       Concerning the ingenious man's visit with his uncle Jack Grosseteste
3.       Which relates to how Hellmantle is given his first adventure
4.       About what happened to our adventurer when he goes to the Philippines
5.       In which the story of our crusader's journey begins in earnest
6.       About Hellmantle's time in the city of sin on Christmas Eve
7.       About the brave Hellmantle's success on his adventure to Baguio City worthy of happy memory
 
SECOND PART
8.       In which the courageous Hellmantle of Normandy journeys north into the Cordillera Mountain Range
9.       About what happened to Hellmantle in the mission in the mountains and the crucifixion of Jesus
10.     Concerning Hellmantle of Normandy in the land of the headhunters
11.     About the required riding techniques to reach the destination of Sagada and the church organist
12.     In which the German artist is tracked to the Shamrock Café and dangers of the northeast of Luzon Island
13.     In which Catharine is tracked to the Shamrock Café and an eery coincidence of a reoccurring dream
14.     About Hellmantle reaching the rice terraces and finding a way to the northwest
15.     About what happened to our intrepid philosopher in the middle of the Sierra Madre Mountains
16.     In which a record is given about the brave Hellmantle through uncharted territory on his trusted dirt bike
17.     Which relates to Hellmantle of Normandy reaching the northern coast and the rubble of Aparri
18.     About the final day of the motorcycle journey and discussing the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel in Vigan
19.     About the sermon in Agoo Basilica and what they find at the church with the rouge bell tower
20.     Concerning the Dutch Padre and what he knows about the hidden map
21.     About the return to Manila and the coup that causes the Great Man from Normandy grief
 
THIRD PART
22.     Which brings Hellmantle of Normandy back to Hong Kong to re-evaluate the next step in his quest for truth
23.     In which their journey is related to Jack Grosseteste and a new task is set before the Man from Normandy
24.     Concerning the journey to northern Vietnam to track down the map hidden at a French prison
25.     About how Hellmantle and D'Aqs compare notes on their task at hand in Hanoi
26.     In which an account is given of the beginning of the journey of Hellmantle in Vietnam
27.     About how Hellmantle and his brave squire ride north to the place where the four rivers meet
28.     Concerning the French prison and what Hellmantle finds there
29.     Concerning the discovery of the bottle and what lies inside of it
30.     Concerning the journey to Dien Bien Phu in honor of their grandfather the Great Dane Hellmantle
31.     About what the motorcyclists see on the fields in Dien Bien Phu
32.     Concerning the motorcycling required to reach Hanoi via the other side of the Da River Valley
33.     Which tells of the final stage back to Hanoi and the discussion after their most beautiful ride
 
FOURTH PART
34.     Concerning the visit with the knowledgeable Jack Grosseteste and the sally to India
35.     Concerning the arrival and journey to Kashmir Valley
36.     In which the journey begins in earnest through the checkpoints to the foot of the Moghul Fort
37.     In which Srinagar is reached and how the houseboat was as it was hundred years ago
38.     In which Hellmantle reach their houseboat on the lake below the fort and beside the mosque
39.     In which Hellmantle sets out for the Tomb of Thome and his brother Joshua beside him
40.     Which relates to the agreeable history of the journey north to the monastery on horseback
41.     In which Hellmantle returns to Srinagar and finds the first translations of the black stones
42.     Which concerns the deciphering of the discovery at the monastery and the need to go to the Ganges River
43.     About Hellmantle of Normandy's meeting with the holy man after taking a dip in the Ganges River
44.     About Hellmantle's meeting at Jack Grossetests's place with D'Aqs and Catharine the artist from Sagada
 
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