Free The Centaur by Brendan Carroll Page B

a moment. “This man is holding it up like it’s important, don’t you think?” he showed her picture again, thumping on the page.
    “Yeah, I guess so. It must be important or it wouldn’t be in the Bible.”
    “That’s what I thought too.”  He flipped through the pages until he found another spot he had marked with a piece of paper. “I found the description of everything the priests have to wear to handle the ark and I understand everything except one. The Urim and Thummin . Exodus 28, verse 30: ‘ And thou shalt put on the breastplate of judgment the Urim and the Thummin; and they shall be upon Aaron's heart, when he goeth in before the Lord: and Aaron shall bear the judgment of the children of Israel upon his heart before the Lord continually ’. Bari had something that he wore upon his heart continually, but I took it from him and now I can wear when I want to. I don’t think it’s the Urim and Thummin because it is only one thing and it’s a spear.”
    “What?” Sophia frowned at him. She had no idea what he was talking about. “Look, Mark, I don’t think you need to worry about the Ark. You heard what Nicole said. They are going to destroy it.”
    “I know.” He nodded and looked disturbed. “I looked into another book in the library, and I found something about Urim and Thummin.”
    “Oh?” Sophia took off her socks. She could not wait much longer or the bathroom would be cold and the water that received its heat from the solar panels on the roof, would begin to lose its heat as well.
    “Yes. Urim is the luminous speculum, which is engraved with the Divine Name of God. It was the same name that was used to create the world. And Thummin is the non-luminous part of the speculum, that contained another name of God. A shorter name. If you put the two together, you get the Urim and Thummin. I looked up speculum and it means looking glass. Like your word spectacles. The dictionary of occult terminology described Urim and Thummin as two Cherubim… that’s angels who signify light and perfection and are supposed to be like crystal balls used to determine the will of God, but…” he held up one hand in warning “it is also said that they used to belong to Tiamat, goddess of Chaos.”
    “That’s very interesting. A crystal ball that tells you what God wants. How convenient. Too bad we don’t have such a thing.”
    Mark slid off the bed and helped her take off her tee shirt. She stood shaking her head at him as he picked up the book and frowned at the picture.
    “You sure you don’t want to take a bath with me, Mark?” she tried once more.
    “You go ahead. I’ll take one tomorrow.” She watched as he left her bedroom with his nose buried in the old book. It was hopeless. She shook her head sadly and looked down at her bare breasts. She was not bad to look and she had done everything short of taking him down forcefully to no avail. He was still very much like a child in many ways.
     
     
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    “Where did you get this?” Huber held up the sparkling skull in the harsh light of the laboratory.
    “In the excitement of the battle, one of the enemy commanders must have dropped it. I found it in the mud.”  It wasn’t exactly a lie. More like speculation.
    “Does the Prophet know you have it?” she smiled slightly and clutched the skull close to her.
    “I didn’t tell him, no.” Abaddon admitted. “He has two of his own. I thought you might like to have one. A queen should have her own treasury, don’t you think?”
    “Are your loyalties slipping, my dark friend?” Huber placed the thing on the laboratory table. “What do you think I should do with it?”
    “Whatever you like.” The dark angel scanned the laboratory for the object of concern. “I am told that they hold great oracular power. You might wish to gaze into it, perhaps.”
    As she examined the thing, he moved casually about the lab, poking into the cabinets and shelves, looking for