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priests as they perform
their duty. Each of us in a common purpose, to perfect Your Glory, and provide
passage to You in all things through the knowledge we have kept secret. Amen.”
    “That’s
better, eh, Father?” Father Realini patted Father Marquette on his shoulder and
took his seat back at the desk. “Now let’s get to this matter.”
    “I
believe the prayer did help. Scoot over. I will write this.”
    Father
Realini, with a smile showing he enjoyed their shared secret, relinquished his
seat and waved his hand across it, welcoming Father Marquette.
    Father
Marquette sat, scooted the stool under the desk, and without hesitation began
to write. Father Realini turned and began to pace the floor, one arm across his
body, the other arm’s elbow resting on it with a finger touching his lip in
thought.
    “Not
only did our esteemed brother, Athanasius Kircher possess it,” Father Marquette
talked as he wrote. “But according to this letter, sent with the manuscript a
note, penned by none other than Johannes Marcus Marci, the  - ”
    “Johannes
Marcus Marci? Brilliant!” Father Realini took a skip and landed back over to
the stool. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant!”
    “Yes,
Marci, the official physician to the Holy Roman Emperors, Ferdinand III, and
Leopold I.”
    “A
man with clout!” Father Realini proclaimed.
    “And
. . .” Father Marquette emphasized the word by making his voice an octave
higher. With a sly grin crawling across his face, he said, “He was a
scientist.”
    “So
of course he would have such a book!”
    “Esattamenta!”
    “So
we say Marci had it first?” asked Father Realini.
    “No,
of course not.” This time it was Father Marquette that gave the mocking eye.
“The book is much older than that,” he said, relishing in his storytelling.
    “Yes.
Yes it is.” Father Realini may not have thought of that, but he knew much more
about the manuscript than his counterpart.
    “We
shall write that the manuscript was once owned by Emperor Rudolf II of Bohemia, the Holy Roman Emperor.”
    “Ah.
You do know that it is even older than that?” Father Realini said, taking back
the upper hand. “But, no matter. How did the Emperor obtain it?”
    “You
are right. It is much older than that. Who can we say it originated with?”
    “They
would have to be at least from the thirteenth or fourteenth century.”
    Father
Marquette ran his fingers and thumb down opposite sides of his chin, stroking it
as he contemplated.
    “I
have it!” Father Realini stood over Father Marquette, his eyes beaming.
    “Are
you to tell me?” Father Marquette asked.
    “Roger
Bacon.”
    “Now
it is my turn to cry, ‘Brilliant!’” Father Marquette bent over the letter and
started writing furiously.
    “His
ownership of the book is the perfect way to prove that it has stayed within the
purview of the Church, making our contrived history so much more authentic. And
certainly his time in history is consistent with the age of the manuscript.”
    “Shall
we add nothing of its true history?” Father Marquette paused. “To help decipher
it.”
    Father
Realini knew that would not be necessary. The book, and the key, when put
together, would be all that was needed to know the truth.
    “No,”
Father Realini said. “And we needn’t worry about how it got from Bacon to the
Emperor. It is easy to reconcile that Bacon’s things were confiscated during
his imprisonment.”
    “They
lived three hundred years apart.” Father Marquette said in a sing-songy voice
as if to say ‘it won’t sound authentic.’
    “Fine.
Then someone must have had it during the interim.”
    “Who?”
Father Marquette asked.
    The
question hung in silence, but only for a moment.
    “I
have it!” Father Marquette turned and looked at Father Realini. “We shall say
it was John Dee. It has been widely rumored that he had some of Bacon’s
personal papers.”
    “But
he didn’t. They have always been with the church.”
    “Yes,
I know that,