The Secret of the Prince Bishops
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The Secret of the Prince Bishops.
CHAPTER ONE.
The North African Desert.
The body had been cleansed and purified. The scent of herb potions made his head swim, feeling light as if floating in the clouds. Were there any clouds? For three days he had fasted, he felt weak but his mind was talking to him. Why are you here? Why did you come? He stared at three walls of rock, only a candle flame flickering in the darkness showed him a doorway or porch way or entrance. Entrance to what? With his companions he had ridden hard over the desert to this place. Why? Only his mind told him he had to be here. He’d heard the voices many weeks ago. Who were they? What did they want of him? A figure appeared in the entrance, staring into the tomb-like interior. "You will follow me now, you are prepared," the voice seemed like a phantom, dressed in a white toga-like robe. The man rose, dressed only with a piece of linen around his waist. Unsteady on his feet, the figure held out his arm and steadied the visitor. They walked through what seemed like a myriad of catacombs, passages hewn out of the solid rock. The figure stopped. "You will go straight ahead, do not deviate," the voice seemed to drift away and then it was gone. He walked on and entered a vast chamber lit by hundreds of candles but the scent was burning his mind. A voice spoke but it was more like the hiss of a python. "Sit in the centre and we shall disclose the reasons for you coming." The voice seemed as if it was in a trance. "Why did you come?" the voice spoke. "My mind was telling me, I seem to have been brought here, I could do no other," the visitor said. "Very well, that is how it should be." A ghost-like figure emerged from behind what seemed to be an altar. "Who are you and what do you want of me?" the visitor enquired trying to see the figure appearing before him through tired and squinting eyes. The figure spoke. "I have much to impart to you, listen and remember well. We are the servants of the ancient ones who lived many lifetimes before. Those ancients travelled the world and held the secrets of the universe. After great chaos they split into many groups helping mankind, instructing them and giving some the secrets. Many of your kind were endowed with secrets but only to help mankind live and prosper. Many of your kind used those secrets and power to destroy only for the benefit of themselves. You have been chosen to right that wrong. We signalled your mind to come to this place so we could tell you what must be done. There is no deviation from this. We are not asking you, we are telling you what must be done and you will be able to do it." "Why have you chosen me for this purpose?" the visitor asked wondering what the future could hold. "You are the chosen one, the one who will lead victorious armies," the voice trembled. "But you must pay the price with immortality if you succeed." "Immortality," the visitor replied shocked. "I will become one with the immortals?" "Only if you follow our directions, any deviation in course will be fatal," the voice moved closer. "Are you willing to follow the chosen path?" the voice changed tone not enquiring but suggesting. "I am," the visitor replied thinking only of greatness, immortality and being the chosen one. "Listen well and remember. Many ages past, a great gift of power was bestowed on the Persian Empire from the ancients in the East. This power has become corrupt and cannot be allowed to go on. It was given as a symbol of hope and faith to increase the ability of man to cope with the future. Now it is used to destroy mankind and it must cease. You are the chosen one to carry out our commands," the voice drifted back to a hissing as if sickened by what mankind had done. "I will obey your commands mighty one," the visitor bowed. "You will on pain of death," hissed the voice. The visitor bowed and replied, "I will." "Then listen well and remember. What you seek is inlaid in a carrying box carved with the visions of the Gods. What is inside does not concern you. You will never know for you must not look. If you see or try to use this power, it will be upon pain of death. You will take this source of power and hide it for all eternity so that no man shall ever again try to misuse it. You will be watched by the Gods in your endeavours and you shall triumph only if you keep to the path you have today sworn by." The visitor stood erect, "what is the path you have chosen for me?" "Very well, you are the chosen one to create a New World and a New World order. Speak of this to none. You will retrieve the secret of the Persian Fire and hide it forever. It must never again be used against humanity. Seek the box only, now go and do not return." The snake-like apparition seemed to dissolve back into the darkness. "I cannot fight the Persian Fire, it is used to destroy armies, it is the lightning of the Gods," shouted the visitor. A voice from the air said, "Fear not, you will succeed." The visitor turned, a light now seemed to appear from one of the tunnels. He walked towards the source of the light. Stumbling, he stopped, his eyes hit by shafts of sunlight. He sank to his knees until his eyes once again beheld the light of day and the warmth of the sun spread over his body.
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Passed down from the Ancients, the secret of a great power.
Mis-used by mankind, it is retrieved from the Persians and hidden for eternity. Found by Varangian Guards and taken to Northumberland, it is given for safe keeping to the monks of Durham who hide it with the Cathedral treasure. Colburn Lord is shown an obelisk originating in America. Finding a clue in the base, a chase through time begins. Two ex-military officers, living their idyllic lives, stumble through history with daring and panache. They follow clues encountering dangerous and amusing situations.
The search leads to Durham Cathedral and the Lindisfarne Gospels. Returning to Durham Castle the trail leads them to a copy of the Magna Carta held in the National Archives in Washington DC. The secret remains in the Castle and Cathedral.
Other forces are shadowing the Lords, who want the secret for themselves. Will they find the clues, decipher the codes and find the ancient's secret before the opposing forces?
The secret thet discover is one of the World's great mysteries.
About the Author
Retiring early at 61, I found time to write this book drawing together several true historical incidents from the North East of England dating back hundreds or years.
After obtaining an honours degree in Biochemistry, I was awarded a PhD in the subject whilst serving in H.M.Forces studying the subjects of Pathology. I helped, in a small way, many sports people to achieve Olympic Medals, World Titles and records, through my knowledge of Sports Medicine and Performance Diagnostics. I have had many articles published on those subjects, especially about Swimming Training. My passions include gardening and fly fishing. Archeology and ancient history have always been of great interest and I have visited many of the World's great sites.
I live in the North East of England and I am passionate about my area. The people and its history can rival anywhere in Britain.
I would like to think that anyone reading my book, would come to this area and see for themselves the history, beauty and splendour of the buildings and countryside. They would not be disappointed.