The Proposal (Part 9)
Kelly looked around the old maintenance shop beneath Kings Cross Station in awe. The space wasn’t huge but it was packed with sculptures and cases with framed artifacts and more paintings on the walls. IT was a museum…a very impressive one, even at first glance. Mr. Destiny motioned for her to go ahead and look around. Mr. Fate got out of the golf cart and both men began to follow their protégé.
She looked at the displays in the closest section. It was a mix of things from the earliest of times. “Those are some of the oldest things we have.” Mr. Destiny said. “They were in the original Library of Secrets and were moved to beneath the Library of Secrets when it was housed under the Library at Alexandria. Understand,” he went on, “The Library and the collection were much smaller then. Some of these things were ancient antiques when the library began three thousand years ago. My predecessor told me that some even date back to ancient Sumer.” She tried to imagine the things she was seeing were once prized possessions of people who lived at the beginning of recorded civilization.
As she went on, she saw artifacts that were distinctly Egyptian, many from the middle ages, the Byzantine era and a lot of artifacts she couldn’t categorize in time. Kelly thought the museum seemed loosely organized and displayed in a haphazard way. She bit her lip when the thought occurred to her that it must have been put together by a man.
“Note to Kelly,” she said to herself. “This place needs a woman’s touch.”
Spoils of War…
She wandered up and down the narrow aisles and came to a section of artifacts that were clearly from Central America. They seemed out of place.
Seeing her consternation, Mr. Destiny offered: “Many of the gifts here were plundered during times of war. The men who took them as spoils, later regretted having them. They served as a reminder of the wrongs they had done in their youth, and giving them, served as a self-imposed penance when they told their stories to the Barber Listener.”
Kelly was just about to tell her two friends that the world needed to see this, when her eyes lit on something truly unique. It was a shelf with dozens of books. Very old books in the display of Myan artifacts.
“Are those what I think they are?” Kelly asked.
Very perceptive Mr. Fate said: “Yes they are Mayan Books on Mathematics. The universal and timeless language of the ages.”
The next thing he said caught Kelly completely by surprise. “You knew what they were because you did a paper in college about the mathematics of the Mayans. You had to have college algebra for your degree and tried to pass it twice and dropped it while you could still do so with a passing grade. The third try you wrote a beautiful paper about the mathematics of the Mayans and got a “B”.
“How on Earth could you know that?” Kelly asked.
Mr. fate managed a weak chuckle and looked at Mr. Destiny. “We know quite a lot about you Kelly. You don’t think we chose you at random, do you?”
Kelly thought about that for a moment, shook her head and went back to the subject. “If I remember correctly, Mayan Mathematics would have been more valuable than gold to our society. But the Conquistadores burned all of their books except four because they were thought to be pagan. This is ten or fifteen times that number!”
“I think I need something cold to drink.” Kelly said. Mr. Destiny got a bottle of water out of a cooler in back of the golf cart.
Kelly then went back into the museum and came to a section filled with medieval artifacts: crosses, jeweled helmets and shields. “As you can guess, these are from the Crusades. A lot of innocent Saracen blood was shed then, along with that of a lot of true combatants. Many warriors then made their peace with God through the Barber Listener in their last days. Their gifts are here too.”
Kelly looked at a wall and took a deep breath. Before her were displayed pieces of wood and an assortment of hand hammered iron nails. “What are those?” Kelly asked the two men.
Mr. Destiny said, “The Crusades, were a series of holy missions, many of the warriors came back home with spoils. Some of the things they brought home were fakes. The problem was made worse by profiters at home. It is said that you could build a ship with all of the wood that was said to have come from the Cross of Jesus, and enough crucifixion nails to sink the ship.”
Kelly mused, “I would like to think just one of those pieces is real.
Mr. Destiny said, “but it doesn’t take wood, nails or even a Holy Grail to bolster people’s faith.”
When he looked at Kelly she was lost in deep thought. When she finally spoke, it was a whisper as she said: “A Library of Secrets.”
- The Proposal (Part 8)
- The Proposal (Part 7)
- The Proposal (Part 6): Listening to Destiny and Fate
- The Proposal (Part 5): Twist of Fate
- The Proposal (Part 4): Destiny’s Place
- The Proposal (Part 3): Close Shave with Mr. Destiny
- The Proposal (Part 2): Continued in London
- The Proposal (Part 1): A Short Story Mystery