jefflong.yearzero-第6节

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scarred　hands　and　thick　forearms　bore　liver　spots　among　the　white　hairs。　There　were　smears　of　aluminum…oxide　paste　on　the　skin　cancer　his　glorious　sun　had　ignited。　His　spine　tilted　to　the　left。　It　was　like　seeing　a　powerful　statue　being　eaten　away。
　〃What　new　adventure　have　you　embarked　upon　then？〃　asked　the　Egyptian。
　Nikos　glanced　at　him　sideways。　〃Can　you　hold　off　your　hunger　for　an　hour　more？〃
　The　Egyptian　looked　at　his　wife。　She　tilted　her　head　with　mock　servility。　〃At　your　pleasure；〃　he　replied　to　Nikos。
　〃Excellent；〃　said　Nikos。　It　seemed　important　to　him。　〃In　the　meantime；　perhaps　the　ladies　might　enjoy　a　tour。　Medea？〃
　The　young　woman　needed　no　further　instruction。　She　linked　arms　with　the　Egyptian's　wife　and　gracefully　guided　her　out　through　the　door。　Nikos　went　to　the　back　wall　and　slid　open　a　set　of　panels　that　reached　from　the　floor　to　the　ceiling。　Behind　them；　thick　glass　fronted　an　interior　chamber。　The　Egyptian　smiled　at　the　theatrical　touch：　No　women　allowed；　this　was　an　inner　sanctum。
　He　touched　the　glass　with　his　fingertips；　and　it　was　cold。　Nikos's　secret　room　was　refrigerated。　Inside　stood　stainless　steel　cases　with　glass　shelves　lit　from　behind。　He　tried　to　see　what　the　shelves　held；　but　the　windows　were　coated　on　the　inside　with　a　sheen　of　frost。　In　another　setting；　he　would　have　recognized　it　as　a　storage　unit　for　medical　specimens　or　art　objects。　Here　he　could　not　say　for　sure　what　it　held。　Oddities　of　nature　or　man；　that　was　sure。
　Opening　the　door；　Nikos　stepped　inside。　He　touched　the　switch　and　light　cascaded　through　the　glass　and　metal　room。　〃e；〃　he　said。
　The　room　was　filled　with　relics。　Christian　relics。　There　were　scores　of　them。　The　Egyptian　could　not　help　feeling　cheated。　These　trinkets　were　the　source　of　Nikos's　delight？　The　old　pirate　had　simply　gotten　religion。
　〃Impressive；〃　he　finally　said。　His　word　lingered　before　him；　a　cloud　of　frost。
　〃Say　what　you　mean。'Nikos；　your　dick　has　grown　soft。'〃
　〃We're　old　men；〃　the　Egyptian　shrugged　diplomatically。　〃We're　allowed　our　gods。〃
　A　crafty　grin　restored　Nikos's　air　of　mystery。　There　was　something　more　to　this。
　〃What？〃　said　the　Egyptian。　He　was　relieved。　〃What　is　this　all　about？〃
　Nikos　edged　among　the　chill　glass　shelves。　〃Doubt；〃　he　said。
　Pure　white　light　suffused　the　room。　The　effect　was　of　a　crystal　forest。　The　glass　shelves　and　their　steel　mounting　gleamed。　The　artifacts　seemed　to　hang　in　space。　〃You　know　what　these　are？〃　he　asked。
　〃I've　seen　such　things　in　the　Coptic　churches　of　Alexandria　and　Cairo。　Holy　relics。　They　hold　the　remains　of　martyrs。。。bone　chips；　pieces　of　mummified　flesh。〃
　〃Perhaps；　perhaps　not。〃　Nikos　took　down　an　octagonal　vessel　with　transparent　sides　and　handed　it　to　his　friend。　〃I　have　had　to　learn　a　whole　new　vocabulary。　This　particular　type　of　casing　is　called　amonstrance　orostensorium。　The　lockets　aretecta。　The　general　term　isdomo　or　house。　Peepholes　on　the　divine。　They　are　often　made　of　precious　metal　and　studded　with　gems；〃　he　said。　〃But　the　prize　is　within。　You　see　that　glass　capsule？　This　pretty　little　house　of　silver　was　built　just　to　hold　it。　But　even　that　is　beside　the　point。　For　the　soul　lies　inside　the　capsule。　There　is　the　relic　itself。〃
　Nikos　had　bee　a　collector　of　dead　souls？　The　Egyptian　held　the　monstrance　at　eye　level；　peering　at　the　ampule　mounted　inside。　〃I　can　see　something。　The　bone　of　a　saint？〃
　〃Or　a　dog。〃　Nikos　replaced　the　monstrance；　and　lifted　a　cross…shaped　receptacle。　This　time　the　Egyptian　noticed　a　small　red　sticker　on　the　glass。　The　cross　was　numbered　127。
　Nikos　flipped　open　its　hinged　top　like　a　cigar　box。　Inside　lay　a　small　bundle　of　black　hair。　〃When　the　crusaders　descended　upon　Jerusalem；　they　sparked　a　glut　of　forgeries。　They　flooded　Europe　with　worthless　junk。　For　that　reason　I　depend　upon　science。　All　my　specimens　go　to　labs　in　Tel　Aviv；　Stuttgart；　Paris；　Tokyo；　and　Glasgow　for　dating　and　genotype。　The　Italians　I　no　longer　trust；　they　are　so　gullible。　Whisper　the　wordmartyr　and　their　greatest　scientists　begin　weeping　into　their　microscopes。　Their　assays　are　nothing　but　prayers。　Useless。〃
　The　Egyptian　was　heartened　by　Nikos's　irreverence。　But　it　made　the　collection　all　the　more　baffling。　Hagiography　was　a　convert's　hobby；　not　the　grand　quest　Nikos　had　boasted；　his　proof　of　a　greater　mythology；　whatever　that　meant。
　〃The　material　varies。〃　Nikos　pointed　at　different　artifacts。　〃Some　of　it　es　from　bodies；　human　or　animal；　some　from　the　place　of　last　suffering。Ex　ossibus　means　the　relic　es　from　bone。Ex　carne；　from　the　flesh。Pelle；　skin。Praecordis；　the　stomach　or　intestines。〃
　Nikos　fingered　the　hank　of　black　hair。　〃This　isex　capillis；　from　the　hair。　It　belonged　to　a　woman　of　Frankish　and　Roman　descent。　She　was　probably　twenty　years　old　when　this　lock　was　cut。　They　have　matched　her　genetic　chronology　to　the　fifteenth　century。〃
　〃But　of　course；　a　piece　of　Joan　of　Arc；〃　the　Egyptian　politely　volunteered。　He　hoped　his　friend　would　not　begin　proselytizing。　That　would　be　boring。
　〃Joan　of　Arc！　The　fifteenth　century！〃　Nikos　snapped　the　box　shut。　〃I'm　after　bigger　game。〃
　The　Eygptian　was　intrigued。　They　moved　on　among　the　strange　fruits　as　Nikos　explained　that　his　idea　for　this　collection　had　e　to　him　in　a　dream。　Ever　since；　he　had　pursued　his　goal　with　exacting　perseverance。
　〃At　first　I　was　a　babe　in　the　woods。　Every　new　collector　is；〃　he　said。　〃I　wasted　good　money　on　forgeries；　ancient　and　modern。　I　was　fooled。　My　only　fort　was　that　even　the　Pardoner　in　Chaucer'sCanterbury　Tales　was　tricked　into　buying　pig's　bones。　Now　I'm　more　seasoned。　The　counterfeits　are　obvious　to　my　eye。　Dealers　are　more　careful　in　what　they　offer。〃
　〃You　mean　to　say　there　is　a　marketplace　for　these　bits　of　the　graveyard？〃
　〃Oh；　a　lively　one；〃　said　Nikos。　〃Pieces　bee　available。　Auctions　are　held。　Very　silent。　Very　ruthless。　Prices　fluctuate。　My　chief　petitors　are　not　churches；　but　the　Japanese　and；　of　late；　Chinese；　mostly　children　of　the　Maoist　warlords。　They　make　the　auctions　very　expensive。　I　have　e　to　prefer　other　methods。　My　agents　have　fanned　out　in　Eastern　Europe　and　Russia；　where　political　unrest　has　forced　Orthodox　monasteries　and　churches　to　sell　their　holdings　at　cut　rate。　Most　of　the　reliquaries　have　been　picked　over。　Much　of　what's　left　is　rubbish：　skulls　or　vials　of　the　Virgin's　breast　milk　or　amputated　fingers　of　famous　saints。　My　best　acquisitions　e　via　the　night。〃
　The　Egyptian　grinned。　Here　was　the　freebooter　of　old。　〃You　steal　holy　relics？〃
　〃I　acquire　orphans；〃　Nikos　admitted　with　a　smile。　〃The　practice　is　as　ancient　as　relics　themselves。Furta　sacra　it　is　called。　The　theft　of　sacred　relics　is　a　time　honored　tradition。　For　over　a　thousand　years；　monks　and　bishops　and　knights…and　mon　burglars…have　been　〃translating〃　relics　from　one　place　to　another。　In　a　sense；　the　theft　renews　the　value　of　what　are　just　tired　bits　of　bone　and　tissue。　It　declares　an　object　of　desire。〃
　He　went　on　to　describe　a　bizarre　world　of　corpses；　skulls；　shriveled　hearts；　and　miracles；　a　world　the　Egyptian　had　thought　ended　in　the　Dark　Ages。　Nevertheless；　ing　from　the　land　of　mummies　and　bottled　viscera；　he　was　no　stranger　to　man's　abiding　fascination　with　the　morbid。　Nikos's　theory　tying　theft　with　desirability　made　perfect　sense。　For　millenia；　mummies　had　lain　worthless　in　their　tombs。　Only　in　the　last　few　centuries　had　Europeans　restored　their　eminence；　dragging　them　up　into　the　sunlight　to　display　in　museums　or　to　crush　into　medicinal　potions。
　At　the　end　of　one　row；　Nikos　opened　a　file　cabinet。　Each　artifact　had　its　own　numbered　file。　Nikos　plucked　several　at　random。　Some　files　held　official　Church　documents…〃authentics〃…which　validated　the　relic　as　genuine　and　described　the　date　and　type　of　its　enclosure　in　a　locket　or　hollow　cross　or　monstrance。　Others　had　no　authentics。　The　Egyptian　presumed　those　were　files　for　the　stolen　relics。　Each　artifact　has　its　own　story；　and　Nikos　has　conscientiously　documented　every　anecdote　and　more。　Also；　every　file　contained　reports　from　international　laboratories　that　read　like　medical　histories。
　〃The　Church　has　developed　three　classes　of　relics；〃　said　Nikos。　〃The　first　class　is　organic；　from　the　body　itself。　The　second　class　is　for　clothing　or　objects　that　the　martyr　touched。　The　third　class　is　insignificant。　It　consists　of　bits　of　cloth　that　have　been　touched　against　first　or　second　class　objects。〃
　〃Your　interest；〃　the　Egyptian　guessed；　〃lies　in　the　first　class。　The　body　itself。〃
　Nikos's　eyes　twinkled。　〃I'm　afraid　that　would　be　a　heresy；　given　my　prey。〃
　The　Egyptian　grunted　with　delight。　Prey？　A　corpse　as　heresy？　He　loved　riddles。　〃Ah；　the　Holy　Grail。〃
　〃There　is　no　such　thing；〃　Nikos　firmly　stated。　He　was　demonstrating　his　scholarship。　The　Egyptian's　respect　was　important　to　him。　〃The　Bible　never　mentions　a　grail。　In　fact；　it　was　conjured　up　by　a　hermit　who　had　a　vision　in　717。　But　the　idea　gained　such　popularity　through　poems　and　novels　and　now　Hollywood　that　people　take　it　for　granted。　I've　learned　to　beware　of　legend。〃
　〃No　grails？　No　veils？　No　holy　mangers？〃
　Nikos　grinned。　〃My　search　is　for　the　instruments　of　torture　and　death。　They　have　terms　for　those；　too。Ex　stipite　affixionis　refers　to　the　whipping