his head once again. âWith the key in hand, we begin a five-mile trek from one end of the island to the other. We will enter a network of volcanic caves and sedimentary tubes. From there we emerge in a dense forest. This takes us around the base of Arrojar del Fuego, a volcano that never rests. At last, we are faced with a final climb . . . a mile-long slope that is both steep and perilous. Jags of sharp granite and steps of brittle sandstone at our feet and unusual volcanic lightning overhead. We will make our way to the gate of Boveda de Dios, the fortress that guards both our treasures.â
âIf all this mon say bâ true,â Stede said, âthen how we bâ getting the treasure back down? The slope will kill us, if we bâ heavy with gold.â
âHe is right. It will not be easy,â the monk said.
âThe window in the back of the fortress, how high did you say it was?â Ross asked.
âAbout two hundred feet.â
âAnd the depth of the water at its base?â
The monk hesitated. âI do not know for certain, but I suspect there is at least fifty feet of water at the base of the cliff.â
âWeâre going to need woven basketsâand rope, lots of rope.â
Ross grinned. âI know a man in Dominica. Heâll get it for us. That and some other things weâll need.â
âI donât suppose he has access to monkey pee, does he?â
The room suddenly went very quiet.
At last, Ross said, âThatâs kind of an odd request.â
The monk laughed. âYes, I know. Let me explain myself. You see, within the caves and volcanic tubes that we must travel, there lives a species of lizard found nowhere else. They are carnivorous creatures drawn to body heat. One man is not usually enough to draw them out, but given the size of our expedition, they will come at us in dangerous numbers. The monkey pee has a unique smell that wards these creatures off.â
âI donâ think I want to know what we bâ doing with that monkey pee,â muttered Stede.
âYouâre right,â said the monk as he turned to leave. âYou donât.â
âWait, Padre,â Ross said. âOne more thing.â
Padre Dominguez eyed the captain curiously.
âWhy did youâwhy tattoo the map on your back?â
Padre Dominguez smiled sadly. âThere are several reasons,â he explained. âIt is the largest area of skin without blemish, a kind of canvas of skin. And having the route to a great treasure where one can easily see it would prove too great a temptation, so, again, the back is better suited. But the Brethrenâs primary reason for having the map inscribed upon our backs is . . . that it is a symbol.â
âA symbol of what?â
âJust as Christ bore the cross, we too must bear a burden.â
Later, up on the deck of the Wallace , the captain and his quartermaster spoke in whispers. âHeâs hiding something, Declan,â said Stede. âDid ya see the way he changed when we told him about Chevillard?â
âYes,â Ross replied, his eyes narrowing. âAlmost like he knew the man.â
âYeah, I was thinkinâ the same,â said Stede. âAnd, funny how him wonât bâ telling us the part of the treasure him bâ wanting to get fer himself.â
âI donât really care what part of the treasure he wants. If Constantineâs wealth is half as grand as itâs supposed to be, weâll all have enough to get out of this business once and for all,â Ross said.
âDeclan Ross.â Stede clapped his captain on the shoulder. âWe both learn the hard way that the sweet trade ainât so sweet.â
âNo, my friend, it isnât. If the nations we sailed for hadnât cut us all loose, I doubt if many of this crew would have ever turned to piracy! Now, in spite of everything Iâve done to convince her