Infernal_ A Repairman Jack Novel Part 40

He laughed-a dry cackle. "So many strange and 'forbidden' things are rumored to be hidden in the Vatican vaults that the Church would need half of Rome to store them all!"

"Any rumor of it leaving the Vatican?"

Dr. Buhmann's eyes widened. "As a matter of fact..." He turned back to his notebook. "Yes. Here. It was rumored to have been stolen during the papacy of Innocent IX-who died in 1591 after only two months as pope." Another cackle. "Now, if I were a conspiracy theorist, I suppose I could make something of that."

"No mention of it after that?"

He checked his book again. "Not that I ever saw."

It all fit. The Lilitongue of Gefreda disappears from the Vatican in 1591... seven years later a Jesuit-at the request of the pope, if the inscription Tom had withheld could be believed-guided it to a watery grave. And it was never heard from since because it was buried in a Bermuda sand hole.

So what? He knew no more about the thing now than when he'd stepped into Dr. Buhmann's office.

s.h.i.t.

"May I ask you a question?"

Jack was tempted to say, You just did, but held back.

"Shoot."

"Why this interest in such an arcane legend? And believe me, the Lilitongue of Gefreda is very very arcane." arcane."

How to answer that without telling too much...

"Someone I know thinks he's found it."

Buhmann's eyes twinkled. "Oh, I doubt that. But if your friend wishes to bring it here to the museum, I can have the objects curator take a look at it. No one knows what the Lilitongue looks like, so it will be impossible for him to identify it, but he should be able to carbon date it for you."

Nothing Jack would like better, but...

"It... it can't be moved right now."

And Jack wasn't about to self-destruct his life by becoming publicly involved with a thing that defied the laws of gravity. At least not yet.

But if everything led to dead ends, then that was what he'd do: bring the Lilitongue to the attention of the world and let the scientific community figure it out.

"Besides, what would carbon dating tell me?"

"Well, the Lilitongue is said to be ancient, fashioned in ancient Babylon or even earlier. If you brought in an object that was, say, five or six thousand years old, you might really have something."

Jack already knew he had something. He pushed himself out of the chair.

"Well, thank you for your time, Professor. Any suggestion as to where else I can look?"

He smiled. "To learn about a mythical object, you might want to consult a mythical book. According to lore there once existed a book, a 'forbidden' tome, that supposedly catalogued the histories and workings of all seven of the Infernals, along with much other 'forbidden' knowledge. But the book is most likely as fanciful as the objects it discusses."

"When and where was this nonexistent book last heard of?"

"The fifteenth century. Supposedly it fell into the hands of the Grand Inquisitor, Tomas de Torquemada, during the initial phase of the Spanish Inquisition. He tried to destroy it-burn it, tear it apart, slash its pages-but legend says it's indestructible."

Jack felt a chill. He'd heard about this book not long ago. From a lady with a dog.

But he couldn't remember its name.

"So Torquemada buried it. But more than that, he designed and built a monastery over the spot-the Monastery of St. Thomas in Avila-where he spent his final years."

The professor's words were like a head b.u.t.t: Tom had claimed the Sombra Sombra map had been found in a Spanish monastery. map had been found in a Spanish monastery.

One more piece of the puzzle.

But he still couldn't remember the book's G.o.dd.a.m.n name. He'd had a lot of distractions at the time, but now he wished he'd paid closer attention.

"Let's just say I come across this book. Would you be able to translate it for me?"

Dr. Buhmann's eyes got a faraway look. "If I could see such a thing, hold it in my hands just once before I die..." He shook himself. "What am I saying? Forgive an old man. I'm sure there once existed a forbidden book that was so well made that it was difficult to destroy, and thence came the legend. But should the book truly exist, and if the whispers about it are true, you won't need me to translate it."

"Why not?"

"Because the story goes that anyone who opens it sees the text in his native tongue."

"I don't get it."

"If you open it, you will see modern English. I, on the other hand, born and raised in Vienna as I was, will see German." He laughed. "Have you ever heard of anything so ridiculous?"

Yeah. He had. And he'd seen worse. A book in everybody's native tongue was a walk in the park compared to his experiences in the past year or so.

But he forced a laugh of his own. "Now that's pushing things a little too far."

Dr. Buhmann shrugged. "Nothing is 'too far' when talking about a book that doesn't exist. The sky's the limit."

"I suppose so."

He adjusted his gla.s.ses and looked at Jack. "But tell me, are you a scholar? Researcher? Student?"

"Just a repairman."

Dr. Buhmann shook his head in wonder. "I must confess I'm amazed that anyone outside the academic community has heard of the Lilitongue of Gefreda."

"I'm much more interested in this book that'll tell me about it."

The old man's expression turned grave. "I sense this means a lot to you. I won't ask why, but I must tell you: If this book exists, I doubt anyone alive has ever seen it or even knows where it is."

... anyone alive anyone alive...

That gave Jack an idea. If he couldn't ask a living person, maybe he could ask a dead one.

He was willing to try anything.

3.

-68:42.

Jack called ahead to see if Lyle and Charlie Kenton were entertaining any clients at the moment. Nope. Didn't he remember that Monday was their day of rest? No seances scheduled until midafternoon Tuesday.

So he grabbed the empty sea chest from his apartment and drove out to Menelaus Manor in Astoria. He wished he could have brought the Lilitongue along too, but since that was fixed in its spot, and since Charlie couldn't leave his house, the chest would have to do.

He parked in front of the attached garage. Hadn't been back since the summer. With its dark stone walls and vaguely colonial design, the house could look menacing at night. But in the wan light from an overcast sky, it looked merely old.

Lyle met him at the door and, after making nice-nice with the handshake and small talk and why-don't-you-ever-come-to-visit preliminaries, they settled in the high-ceilinged channeling room on the first floor.

The array of spiritualist and New Age junk displayed around the room among the statues of everything from Christian saints to Hindu G.o.ds brought back memories, not all of them pleasant. The heavy drapes, usually drawn tight, had been pulled back to let in some light.

Lyle, tall, lean, black, maybe thirty, wore his hair in long, tight dreads. He was dressed in jeans and a V-neck sweater. He led Jack to the large round oak table at the far end. Lyle seated himself at the twelve-o'clock spot, directly in front of a chalk-smeared blackboard; Jack took the three-o'clock position.

Letters began to form in the chalk dust on the board, one at a time, as if written by an invisible finger.

Yo Jack

"Hi, Charlie."

The skeptic in Jack reflexively recoiled at the idea of communicating with a dead man-after all, Lyle had been an expert at faking that very thing-but his experiences in Menelaus Manor this past summer had opened his eyes. And now Lyle seemed used to, even comfortable with, being in touch with his dead brother.

He seemed to be listening, then he said, "He wants to know why you brought that chest."

"Well, my brother Tom and I-"

"-found it in a shipwreck off Bermuda. He knows. He wants to know why you brought it here."

"I need to know something, anything about what was in it. It's called-"

"-the Lilitongue of Gefreda."

"Right." This was good-very good. Looked like he was finally going to get some answers. "I need to know what it does-if anything."

Lyle didn't answer. Jack couldn't tell if he was waiting or listening. Finally...

"Charlie doesn't know. He says it comes from a different place and age when the rules were different."

Oh, s.h.i.t. "The Otherness?"

"He doesn't know. He can't be sure."

"Can he at least tell me if it's harmful?"

"He says that's relative. If you want to escape your troubles, it will help you do that. But in a case like Vicky's, it's harmful."

Jack stiffened. "You know about Vicky?"

Lyle nodded. "Charlie does."

"Harmful how?"

"She'll be taken away from everyone she knows and loves, and will never return."

Jack felt his gut freeze.

"Taken where?"

"Charlie doesn't know."

"Is that what's going to happen to her?"

Charlie could see the future at times-at least he thought he could.

"She'd have to be here in person for him to tell you that, but even then... this Lilitongue is so unique, so alien... he's not sure he'd know."

Vicky... oh, G.o.d, Vicky... what am I going to do?

Giving in to a sudden, irresistible urge to move, he sprang to his feet and paced the room. The air felt thick, he couldn't seem to draw enough of it into his lungs, his fingertips tingled. He'd never felt it before but he had a pretty good idea what was happening.

Panic.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n it, Charlie, there's gotta be something I can do!"

"There is," Lyle said. "Find The Compendium of Srem The Compendium of Srem."

Jack halted his pacing. "I've heard of that."

That was the book Herta had told him about, the one Dr. Buhmann had alluded to. But Herta hadn't been talking about the Lilitongue of Gefreda. was the book Herta had told him about, the one Dr. Buhmann had alluded to. But Herta hadn't been talking about the Lilitongue of Gefreda.

The Compendium of Srem...