Mal’akh raised the paper and held it in front of Peter’s eyes. The Worshipful Master inhaled sharply when he saw it. Not only had the sixty-four symbols been organized into clearly meaningful groups. . but an actual
An image of a staircase. . beneath a pyramid.
Peter Solomon stared in disbelief at the grid of symbols before him. The Masonic Pyramid had kept its secret for generations. Now, suddenly, it was being unveiled, and he felt a cold sense of foreboding in the pit of his stomach.
At a glance, the true meaning of these symbols remained a mystery to Peter, and yet he could immediately understand why the tattooed man believed what he believed.
«Where is it?» the tattooed man demanded. «Tell me how to find the staircase, and I will save Katherine.»
Every Masonic initiate learned of the symbolic staircase that he could ascend, enabling him «to participate in the mysteries of human science.» Freemasonry, like Noetic Science and the Ancient Mysteries, revered the untapped potential of the human mind, and many of Masonry’s symbols related to human physiology.
Peter knew it was no coincidence that the spine was made up of exactly
unfortunately, explaining the truth to this man was not going to help katherine at all. peter gazed down at the grid of symbols and gave a defeated sigh. «you’re right,» he lied. «there is indeed a secret staircase beneath this building. and as soon as you send help to katherine, i’ll take you to it.»
The man with the tattoos simply stared at him.
Solomon glared back, eyes defiant. «Either save my sister and learn the truth. . or kill us both and remain ignorant forever!»
The man quietly lowered the paper and shook his head. «I’m not happy with you, Peter. You failed your test. You still take me for a fool. Do you truly believe I don’t understand what it is I seek? Do you think I have not yet grasped my true potential?»
With that, the man turned his back and slipped off his robe. As the white silk fluttered to the floor, Peter saw for the first time the long tattoo running up the man’s spine.
Winding up from the man’s white loincloth, an elegant spiral staircase ascended the middle of his muscular back. Each stair was positioned on a different vertebra. Speechless, Peter let his eyes ascend the staircase, all the way up to the base of the man’s skull.
Peter could only stare.
The tattooed man now tipped his shaved head backward, revealing the circle of bare flesh on the pinnacle of his skull. The virgin skin was bordered by a single snake, looped in a circle, consuming itself.
Slowly now, the man lowered his head and turned to face Peter. The massive double-headed phoenix on his chest stared out through dead eyes.
«I am looking for the Lost Word,» the man said. «Are you going to help me. . or are you and your sister going to die?»