The Quest: A Novel Part 25

"Too much. Ten."

"This can turn wine into the blood of Christ."

The proprietor laughed again, then said, "Okay, for twenty is good."

Purcell left a ten on the bar, walked out into the sunshine, and headed for Etiopia.

Chapter 22.

Purcell spotted Vivian and Mercado sitting in the rear of the dark restaurant. They weren't tte--tte, but they did seem at ease, talking and smiling.

He brushed past the hostess, walked to the table, and said, "Sorry I'm late."

Mercado replied, "You're a bit early, actually."

Purcell did not shake hands with Mercado or kiss Vivian; he sat, still wearing his trench coat. Henry, he noticed, was looking a bit more trendy in a black leather jacket and black silk shirt.

Vivian said, "Henry has brought me up to date."

"Good."

There was a bottle of wine on the table, and Henry poured into an empty gla.s.s for Purcell, then raised his gla.s.s and said, "Ad astra per aspera. Through adversity to the stars."

Purcell wondered how many Latin toasts Mercado had in him.

They touched gla.s.ses, and Vivian proposed, "To peace and friendship."

Purcell lit a cigarette and scanned the room. The place looked as if it had been decorated with the stuff from the blankets, including the blankets themselves that hung on the walls. The tables were half empty, and the clientele seemed to be mostly African and well dressed, probably, Purcell thought, the cream of Ethiopian society who'd washed up on the banks of the Tiber.

Vivian, trying to keep the conversation going, said, "Henry told me about the research he's done in the Vatican archives."

Purcell didn't respond.

Mercado said to her, "Frank was unimpressed."

Vivian waited for Purcell to respond, then said, "Odd that they wouldn't let you into the Ethiopian College."

Mercado a.s.sured her, "I'll work that out." He added, "That is the type of practical research that would appeal to Frank's practical mind."

Mercado and Vivian continued their two-way conversation, the way they had before Purcell arrived, and Purcell knew he was not being civilized or sophisticated, and this probably pleased Mercado to no end. So to avoid a scene later with Vivian and to avoid giving Mercado the satisfaction of seeing him uncomfortable in this situation, Purcell said, "Henry and I have agreed to disagree about some things, but we agree that the three of us are going back to Ethiopia-if we can get in-and we are going to pick up where we left off when we buried Father Armano."

Vivian nodded, then reminded Purcell, "You have something for Henry."

"I do? Oh..." He reached into his coat pocket and set the bronze goblet on the table.

Mercado picked it up and looked at it.

Purcell announced, "We have found the Holy Grail."

Vivian added, "At a street stall near the Termini."

Mercado laughed, then turned the goblet upside down and said, "Indeed you have. Made in Jerusalem, 10 B.C., property of J. Arimathea."

Vivian laughed.

Mercado said, "Well done, you two. Now Frank and I can get working on this story, then go our separate ways."

Purcell thought that would be nice, but to keep the ice from refreezing, he said, "You need to research this grail, Henry."

They all laughed, then Mercado picked up the wine bottle and poured into the bronze goblet. He said solemnly, "We will drink of this and this will be our covenant." He pa.s.sed the goblet to Vivian, who put it to her lips and drank, then pa.s.sed it to Purcell. He drank and pa.s.sed it to Mercado, who finished the wine and said, "May G.o.d bless our journey."

Vivian reached out and took both men's hands, though Purcell and Mercado did not join hands. Vivian lowered her head and said, "G.o.d rest Father Armano and all those who suffer and die in his name, in Ethiopia and around the world."

"Amen," said Mercado.

The waiter, a tall thin black man wearing a colorful shamma, saw that they had completed their prayers and came by with menus, but Mercado stood and said, "I will leave you to enjoy this wonderful food and enjoy each other's company-after your long separation."

Purcell forced himself to say, "Please stay."

"Yes, please stay, Henry."

"I've let some work pile up at the office."

Purcell stood and they shook hands, then Mercado came around and gave Vivian a peck on the cheek and left.

Purcell sat and the waiter left two menus.

Vivian said to Purcell, "Thank you."

Purcell perused the menu.

Vivian informed him, "We've worked everything out."

"Good. I hope you like lamb. Here's a fish called Saint Peter's fish."

"He understands what happened and how it happened, and he understands that we are in love."

"Good."

"Did you tell him we were in love?"

Purcell put down the menu. "At the time I spoke to him, I didn't know if we were."

"Well, you know now."

"I do." He looked at her and said, "A piece of advice, Vivian. Henry Mercado is a charming rogue. He is also a manipulator and a con artist." He added, "Don't get me wrong-I like him. But we need to keep an eye on him."

She thought about that, then replied, "He's not trying to... reseduce me."

"He would if he could. But what I'm talking about is our partnership with him." He nodded toward the goblet. "Our new covenant."

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, then said, with some insight, "I was easy for him. But I think he knows he's met his match with you."

Purcell couldn't have said it better, and he smiled at Vivian. "I have met my match with you."

"You never stood a chance, Frank."

"No, I never did."

She filled the goblet with wine and pa.s.sed it to him. He drank and pa.s.sed it back to her. She said, "If you believe in love, you believe in G.o.d."

Where had he heard that before?

Chapter 23.

They didn't see Henry again for several days, but he, or a messenger, dropped off an envelope in which were their visa applications partly filled out, awaiting only their pa.s.sport information and their signatures. A note from Henry said, "Bring these in person to the Ethiopian emba.s.sy, ASAP. Cross your fingers."

Purcell and Vivian visited the Ethiopian emba.s.sy the next morning and spent a half hour waiting for a consulate officer who seemed to be a relative of General Getachu. The former regime's diplomatic staff had been dismissed, of course, and had undoubtedly chosen not to go back to Ethiopia and face a possible firing squad, so they'd probably stayed in Rome and were hanging out with the other expats at Etiopia. The colonial ties between Italy and Ethiopia had been brief and not strong, but they persisted, as Purcell saw around the Termini, and he imagined that Italy would see even more upscale refugees as the revolution got uglier. Meanwhile, he had to deal with the unpleasant consulate officer, who didn't speak English but spoke bad Italian to Vivian, who maintained her composure and smiled. The man didn't seem to believe that anyone wanted to travel to the People's Republic for legitimate purposes, and he was right. The officer took their pa.s.sports, which he said would be returned to them in a week or so at their place of business, which was L'Osservatore Romano, with or without their visas. He also took 100,000 lire from each of them for expedited processing.

The consulate officer's parting advice, which Vivian translated, was, "If you are denied visas, do not apply again. If you are accepted as journalists, you must refrain from all other activities in Ethiopia."

Vivian a.s.sured him they understood and wished him, "Buongiorno."

They spent the next few days before Christmas exploring the city. Vivian said she'd been to Rome twice on school trips, but she didn't know the city as an adult, so Purcell showed her Rome by night, including Trastevere and the fading Via Veneto, where he pointed out the Excelsior where Henry was living and presumably drinking. They didn't go into the hotel bar, but he did take her to Harry's, and after they'd had a drink at the bar, he told her about finding Henry there.

She said to him, "Thank you for doing that."

"That's what you wanted."

"Was it... awkward?"

"It was, but we moved on to bigger issues."

"I knew you would both be mature."

"I didn't say that."

She smiled, then leaned over and kissed him at the bar, and the slick bartender said, "Bellissimo."

During the day they walked the city and he took her to out-of-the-way places, including the Chapel of Quo Vadis, where Vivian was intrigued by Christ's footprint in the paving stone, and she said, "This could be real."

"You never know."

A call to Henry had gotten them put on the visitor's list at Porta Santa Rosa, and they walked the hundred acres of Vatican City, and Purcell showed her Henry's office building, and also the Ethiopian College where black-robed monks and seminarians entered and exited. Vivian asked, "Will I be allowed in there?"

"Good question. I don't think it's coed. But we'll try."

"I'll wear your trench coat."

"They're celibate, Vivian, not blind."

Henry had gotten them pa.s.ses to Saint Peter's for Midnight Ma.s.s on Christmas Eve, and they met Henry at Porta Santa Rosa at eleven and walked to the basilica without having to go through the throngs in Saint Peter's Square.

The Ma.s.s looked to Purcell as it had looked on television when he'd seen it sitting in a New York bar one Christmas Eve.

Vivian, as expected, was moved by the pageantry and the papal address, and the pope's announcement that 1975 would be a Holy Year. Purcell, though he spoke neither Italian nor Latin, was also impressed by the history and the grandeur of the Roman Ma.s.s. He wondered if they'd keep the Holy Grail at the altar of the basilica or in the Vatican Museums. He'd suggest the altar, and maybe he would make that part of the deal. He smiled at his own absurd thoughts and Vivian whispered to him, "It's good to see you happy."

Henry had secured late supper reservations in the Jewish ghetto, explaining, "There is nothing else open in Rome tonight."

And there were no taxis or public transportation either, so they walked along the Tiber to the ghetto and entered Vecchia Roma on the Piazza di Campitelli.

The restaurant was standing room only, but the hostess seated them immediately, and Henry confessed, "I promised them a four-star review in L'Osservatore Romano."

Vivian asked, "Do you do restaurant reviews?"

"No, and neither does the paper."

Vivian and Purcell exchanged glances.

Henry asked, "Red or white?"

"Both," Purcell replied. He looked around at the fresco walls, seeing nothing that looked particularly Jewish. In fact, the restaurant was decorated for Christmas.

Mercado commented, "The Jews have been in this ghetto since before the time of Christ and I'd say they are more Roman than the Romans." He added, "I'm sure Peter and Paul found comfort here among their fellow Jews."

Vivian said, "Amazing."

The wine came and Henry toasted, "Merry Christmas to us."

Vivian added, "And a happy, healthy, and peaceful New Year."

Purcell didn't think their immediate plans for the New Year included any of that, so he also proposed, "To a safe and successful journey."