discovered!”
Lucas shrugged. “In 1434 a map was produced that matches parts of what is now Massachusetts, well before Columbus made his trip. Anyway, the Sinclairs had also received the barony of Roslin and as peace began to become a reality, another
descendent, William, was appointed Hereditary Patron and Protector of Scottish Masons.”
Sara rubbed her forehead. “I’m beginning to get a headache. And the Masons
were Templars?”
“Not directly. But Sinclair was. And the Templars were always and forever
guardians of the Treasure … and especially, the Hallows.”
She groaned a little. For a man who was so powerfully built and virile, Lucas really could wind around a tale like an ancient bard. “Are we actually speaking of the Holy Grail?”
SEARCH FOR THE SPEAR Cynthia Breeding 33
“Bear with me. It’s a long story.” As she winced, he lowered her hands and
began tracing small circles on her temples with his thumbs.
She was amazed at how surprisingly gentle his touch was. Not only did the pain slip away, but her shoulders relaxed and the tightness in her neck disappeared. The pain slipped away and the tension in her shoulders disappeared as well. She closed her eyes.
“That’s it,” his voice soothed like warm honey mixed with bourbon. “Let go. I need for you to understand what I’m about to say.”
His fingertips massaged her scalp lightly alleviating the last bit of tension and impatience. She could have stayed cradled in his hands forever. Reluctantly she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her intently.
“Ready to go on?” he asked.
She was more ready to go on then he knew. But he hadn’t meant that. Lucas was all scholarly at the moment. Inwardly, she sighed. “Yes.”
“There had always been a Templar centre at Ballantradoch—Roslin—but with
Master masons at his disposal, William began building a chapel with plans for a grand cathedral to keep the Church happy. Or so it was told.”
Sara knit her eyebrows together. “You’re saying that the cathedral was never
meant to be?”
Lucas shrugged. “Perhaps. But the chapel was built for a definite purpose and it wasn’t particularly Christian.”
She nodded. Any follower of Brighid was aware that Rosslyn Chapel had more
pagan symbols than Christian. There were well over a hundred pictures of the Green Man in the chapel. One couldn’t get much more pagan that the God of Fertility, sometimes known as Cernunnos or the Horned One. And on the Goddess path, all things seek balance. The rose, associated with the Divine Feminine for time beyond Time, was evident everyway, even in the name of the chapel itself.
“I’m familiar with Rosslyn Chapel,” Sara said. “It’s part of the curriculum for a course that I adjunct.”
Lucas sat back and grinned. “You don’t look like a teacher.”
“And what are teachers supposed to look like?”
His grin broadened. “Not like you. But go on.”
Hmmm. If he wanted her version, he was going to get it. She had visited Rosslyn just two years ago. “Well, for one thing, the William Sinclair you speak of has a floriated cross on top of his tombstone with eight points—symbolic of the eight years it takes the morning and evening star, Venus, to complete a cycle. The rose at the center of that cross, along with five-pointed stars and pentacles everywhere, conveys the path she took. Roses are associated with Mary Magdalene. The five petals of the rose also symbolize the five stages of female life. Eros in the Green Man and Venus in Mary Magdalene. The balance of masculine and feminine.”
“I’m impressed,” Lucas said.
For a moment she thought he was being sarcastic. Men often were when she
started talking about the real strength of women, but Lucas looked serious, his amber eyes studying hers.
“Go on,” he urged.
“There are also rumors and speculation,” she said. “That a vault lies beneath the chapel that cannot be accessed … that it contains everything from
Lucas shrugged. “In 1434 a map was produced that matches parts of what is now Massachusetts, well before Columbus made his trip. Anyway, the Sinclairs had also received the barony of Roslin and as peace began to become a reality, another
descendent, William, was appointed Hereditary Patron and Protector of Scottish Masons.”
Sara rubbed her forehead. “I’m beginning to get a headache. And the Masons
were Templars?”
“Not directly. But Sinclair was. And the Templars were always and forever
guardians of the Treasure … and especially, the Hallows.”
She groaned a little. For a man who was so powerfully built and virile, Lucas really could wind around a tale like an ancient bard. “Are we actually speaking of the Holy Grail?”
SEARCH FOR THE SPEAR Cynthia Breeding 33
“Bear with me. It’s a long story.” As she winced, he lowered her hands and
began tracing small circles on her temples with his thumbs.
She was amazed at how surprisingly gentle his touch was. Not only did the pain slip away, but her shoulders relaxed and the tightness in her neck disappeared. The pain slipped away and the tension in her shoulders disappeared as well. She closed her eyes.
“That’s it,” his voice soothed like warm honey mixed with bourbon. “Let go. I need for you to understand what I’m about to say.”
His fingertips massaged her scalp lightly alleviating the last bit of tension and impatience. She could have stayed cradled in his hands forever. Reluctantly she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her intently.
“Ready to go on?” he asked.
She was more ready to go on then he knew. But he hadn’t meant that. Lucas was all scholarly at the moment. Inwardly, she sighed. “Yes.”
“There had always been a Templar centre at Ballantradoch—Roslin—but with
Master masons at his disposal, William began building a chapel with plans for a grand cathedral to keep the Church happy. Or so it was told.”
Sara knit her eyebrows together. “You’re saying that the cathedral was never
meant to be?”
Lucas shrugged. “Perhaps. But the chapel was built for a definite purpose and it wasn’t particularly Christian.”
She nodded. Any follower of Brighid was aware that Rosslyn Chapel had more
pagan symbols than Christian. There were well over a hundred pictures of the Green Man in the chapel. One couldn’t get much more pagan that the God of Fertility, sometimes known as Cernunnos or the Horned One. And on the Goddess path, all things seek balance. The rose, associated with the Divine Feminine for time beyond Time, was evident everyway, even in the name of the chapel itself.
“I’m familiar with Rosslyn Chapel,” Sara said. “It’s part of the curriculum for a course that I adjunct.”
Lucas sat back and grinned. “You don’t look like a teacher.”
“And what are teachers supposed to look like?”
His grin broadened. “Not like you. But go on.”
Hmmm. If he wanted her version, he was going to get it. She had visited Rosslyn just two years ago. “Well, for one thing, the William Sinclair you speak of has a floriated cross on top of his tombstone with eight points—symbolic of the eight years it takes the morning and evening star, Venus, to complete a cycle. The rose at the center of that cross, along with five-pointed stars and pentacles everywhere, conveys the path she took. Roses are associated with Mary Magdalene. The five petals of the rose also symbolize the five stages of female life. Eros in the Green Man and Venus in Mary Magdalene. The balance of masculine and feminine.”
“I’m impressed,” Lucas said.
For a moment she thought he was being sarcastic. Men often were when she
started talking about the real strength of women, but Lucas looked serious, his amber eyes studying hers.
“Go on,” he urged.
“There are also rumors and speculation,” she said. “That a vault lies beneath the chapel that cannot be accessed … that it contains everything from
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