Cabot’s gaze returned to Liam. ‘How is it ye would know of … Pandora? Pray tell, who are ye?’
Liam looked to both support units for help, but both of them stared dully back.
Great.
He put the bowl of broth down on the dirt floor. ‘We … Perhaps I better give you the truth.’
Cabot nodded. ‘I think ye better had.’
‘We’ve come from … well, a long way. We came here looking for a document called the Voynich Manuscript, and this may sound very strange, Mr Cabot, but your name is linked to it. Your name is in it for some reason.’
‘I’ve never heard of the thing!’
‘I know.’ Liam nodded. ‘I know. I believe you. But there was something else mentioned in this manuscript.’ He glanced at the support units; neither looked like they were about to caution him to stop. ‘Pandora — what you also called the Word of God when we spoke earlier?’
Cabot was reluctant to speak.
Liam decided to push him. ‘You also called it the Holy Grail?’
‘I cannot speak of these things with ye, lad. ’Tis the Templars’ business alone.’
‘But … it’s not any more, is it?’ Liam couldn’t help a mischievous grin. ‘Your brothers went and lost it, you said?’
Cabot pressed his lips together stubbornly. ‘I cannot talk of such things.’
‘But you did talk about it.’ Liam leaned forward. ‘Look, I think it’s this Grail we need to find. And if your Templar brothers have lost it to some robber, then maybe we can help?’
Cabot laughed. ‘The three of ye? Ye would hunt through all the woods of Nottingham for the Hooded Man and take it back from him?’
‘Affirmative,’ replied Bob.
The old man’s laughter dried up as he stared at the flickering light of the candle between them.
‘There are some fools who say he is but the Devil himself.’ Cabot shrugged. ‘He has attracted men, starving men, into the woods. Men who follow him like a king, like a god because it seems he cannot be killed and because of the raids on the taxmen. They have coin and they have food fighting for him. There are stories that he has a great strength, can tear a man in two with his bare hands. That he can run as fast as a horse can charge … but most of all, that he is immortal, that he cannot be killed.’ Cabot smiled wryly. ‘These are dark, troubled times and people tell stories. The poor, the hungry look to devilish stories like this.’
Cabot sighed. ‘Truth is this Hooded Man, whether ’tis true what they say about him or not, he is stirring up unrest and trouble among the poor and starving. And worse still — he has the Grail.’
Liam chewed silently on his warm broth-soaked bread.
Strong enough to tear a man apart? He glanced at Bob.
Another support unit? Another team in the area?
Cabot suddenly looked at Bob and Becks. ‘Will ye two not eat? Are ye not hungry?’
Both shook their heads. ‘We are fine,’ said Becks.
Liam cleared his throat. ‘You said you wanted to know who we are, Mr Cabot?’
‘Aye.’
‘Well, we’re from the same place as this Hooded Man.’
Cabot stared at him. ‘Ye know him?’
‘Not really. But I think I know what he is.’
‘Tell me, then.’
‘I’m not sure I can, Mr Cabot … It’s very complicated. But I know if we could track him down in all those woods … and if we had enough help, enough people — ’ Liam glanced at his support units — ‘I’m pretty sure my friends here could make him hand back what he took.’
Cabot studied them silently for a long while. ‘I have not met the likes of ye before. There is a very strange manner about all three of ye. I almost half believe what ye say.’
‘Mr Cabot,’ said Liam, grinning, ‘you have no idea how strange we are.’
The man sensed his humour in that and shared the smile. ‘Then there is a person I have a half a mind to take ye to. A man I know who is sorely worried about the growing unrest in these parts … and, moreover, worried that he will face King Richard’s wrath should he return to find the Grail is lost. If he sees truth in ye — if he believes ye can get back this Grail, then I am sure he would be willing to provide ye all the help ye might need.’
‘Who?’
‘A man I provided sword training to as a boy. A poor swordsman by any standards. But his heart, ’tis good. Mostly.’
‘Who?’
‘The king’s younger brother, the Earl of Cornwall and Gloucester. John Lackland he is known as.’
CHAPTER 24
1194, Kirklees Priory, Yorkshire
Liam checked over his shoulder to ensure that none of the monks had followed them out of the priory gardens and into the field. They were safely over the brow and out of sight here.
It was as grey and dark, as cold and unwelcoming as yesterday morning. Mercifully, on cue, the air before them shimmered. He could see Maddy and Sal and that Englishman, Adam, and the dim lights of the archway twisting and undulating like a film of oil on rippling water.
They stepped through and moments later the three of them were standing back in the stuffy warmth of the archway. Liam rubbed his arms, relishing the heat. For the last twenty-four hours he’d been doing little more than shivering.
Adam was silently shaking his head and marvelling at their return.
‘Well?’ said Maddy.
‘Well, we found your Cabot, so we did,’ replied Liam. ‘But I could murder for a lovely cup o’ tea before I do anything else.’
‘Sure.’
‘And something to eat?’
Maddy looked at her watch. The day had almost gone. It was Monday mid-afternoon and most of the cafes and restaurants they’d been to were usually quiet at this time. ‘Sure, why not? You better get changed, though. You look like a bunch of Krishnas.’
2001, New York
‘So, what this fella Cabot suggested is he’d take us down to meet this John fella.’
Adam lowered his fork so fast it dinked noisily on his salad plate. ‘John? John Lackland? Wicked King John?’
Liam nodded. ‘Aye, that’s the fella.’
‘My God!’ he gasped. ‘That’s — I wish I …’ He turned to Maddy. ‘I should go. I should go back with him and the two, uh …’ Liam looked at Bob and Becks sitting side by side opposite and slurping on a bowl of chicken soup each.
‘Big Ape and Psycho Girl?’ said Maddy.
He shrank guiltily before them, but nodded.
‘Sorry, no. I’ve no idea how many agency protocols I’ve already broken allowing you to sit in on this mission. I’m not sending you back in time as well.’
‘But I know this history like the back of my hand. I’ve read — ’
‘Sorry, no. I can’t take any more chances with you. God knows what Foster’d say if he knew what was going on!’
‘Foster?’
‘I’ll explain later.’ She turned to Liam. ‘So, this is what the message was about, then, do you think? “Seek Cabot at Kirklees.” Someone used the Voynich — ’ she glanced at Adam — ‘and used Adam to get that particular message through to us. And this is why … so that you could retrieve the Holy Grail …’
‘Pandora?’ added Sal.
‘Pandora … Holy Grail, same thing,’ said Maddy dismissively. ‘So you can retrieve this document, scroll, book — whatever exactly it is — from this behooded robber guy. Who, you suspect, might be a support unit from another TimeRiders team?’
Liam nodded. ‘That’s about the size of it.’
Sal steepled her fingers beneath her chin. ‘What if the Grail was meant to be lost? I mean, that’s why it’s such a big legend, right? Because it vanished?’
‘You mean just let it go?’ replied Liam. ‘Let it remain lost?’