dish.
âIt looks like a Christmas ornament,â said Lily.
âIsnât it an armillary sphere?â I asked.
Tricia blinked. âIt is! How did you know?â
âWadeâs a geekologist at the University of Texas,â said Darrell.
Actually, we all knew what it was. Copernicusâs astrolabe had elements of a giant armillary sphere. There was a sketch of it in the diary, and weâd seen plenty of spheres at a museum on a hillside in Rome.
âWell, back when very few people knew how to read,â Tricia continued, âimages, drawings, and symbols were used to represent people or governments, rather than words.â
âLike stained-glass windows for people who couldnât read Latin,â Darrell said. âMy mom taught me all about them.â
Tricia nodded. âAbsolutely. This armillary sphere is an image weâve seen before in Ming work. Itâs not Chinese, but a Portuguese symbol representing King Manuel the First, who ruled Portugal from 1495 to 1521.â
Becca glanced at me. Exactly the right time.
âThe spice box was created in China. Thereâs no doubt about that,â Tricia went on. âFrom these marks Iâd guess it was crafted in Beijing for either King Manuel or for a well-to-do Portuguese trader. Why it was lined in lead, I have no idea, but that seems original, too. Also, the little dish floating below the sphere could be the symbol of a specific merchant, but Iâd have to do more research to track that down. This is so exciting! Now the text.â
While Becca, Lily, and I went back to our computer and studied the images of the box, Darrell paced behind us. âWe canât let on too much,â he said, raising his eyes at the curator and keeping his voice low, âbut hereâs what I think. Sometime in the past sixty years, a recent Guardian wrote the message in the spice box, then took out the tile to keep the box from being opened without it.â
Lilyâs grin told us she liked the way that sounded. âBut it wasnât just a spice box, was it? You wouldnât line it with lead if it only carried cinnamon. Iâm thinking the relic used to be in here.â
âLead keeps Superman safe from Kryptonite,â Darrell said, which seemed random, but it got me thinking.
âI wonder if you-know-who knew that in the 1500s.â
âUnlikely,â said Darrell. âThe first Superman comic was in 1938.â
I gave him a fake smile. âNot Superman. I mean if Copernicus knew that lead could protect you. When did people discover that?â
A hundred questions. No answers. Yet.
âKids . . .â Tricia called us over. Everyone but Becca hurried to the other end of the table to see what sheâd come up with. Becca leaned over the Copernicus diary, hiding it and reading intently, but gripping her arm tight, as if it was hurting all of a sudden. Lily shot me a worried look.
âThe very first word of the text is on a line by itself, like a title,â Tricia began, pointing to a series of three characters that looked like this:. âIt took me all this time to figure out because itâs actually rendered backward, like a mirror image. Very strange. But once you reverse it, itâs easily read as the Chinese character for the constellation Scorpio, which follows the scorpion design on the lid. Also, the lines below, though not backward, are a poem. Iâll keep working.â
At the other end of the table, Becca had her notebook out next to the newspaper-covered diary and was carefully unfolding the page that contained the Trithemius cipher.
âWhat did you find?â Darrell whispered to her.
âRemember how I showed you the line beginning one of the coded sections?â she asked. ââBfe cyhylk bf wuxzz ifgb oiud and so on?â
âIfgabood. I remember,â said Darrell.
âWell, if this letter square is the way to decode it, maybe the
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