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it to me.
    “This one, Nouriel, is different.”
    “The seal?”
    “No,” he answered, “the Harbinger. Unlike the first three, the Fourth Harbinger was conceived on American soil, and it wasn’t set in motion by the nation’s enemies.”
    “Then who set it in motion?”
    “American leaders.”
    “American leaders?”
    “Yes.”
    “And how will I know it?”
    “It’s hard to miss. It’s the largest one.”

Chapter 8
    The Fourth Harbinger: The Tower

    C AN I GET you something else?” she asked. “Something other than water?”
    “No, I’m fine,” he replied.
    “I apologize. I should have asked you when you first came.”
    “The water’s fine,” he replied.
    “So,” she said, changing her pace and tone, “he gave you the seal of the Fourth Harbinger. And what was on it?”
    “Images and markings, just like the others. But its central image looked something like the Tower of Babel.”
    “And how would you know what the Tower of Babel looked like?” she asked with a trace of friendly skepticism in her voice.
    “I don’t,” he replied, “but I’ve seen pictures of it. The image looked like a ziggurat …a terraced tower with each terrace or story getting smaller and smaller as it rises.”
    “And what did you make of it?”
    “I didn’t know what to make of it. I looked up everything I could on the Tower of Babel. But there was nothing I could find to connect to the seal. So I went back to the vow in Isaiah 9:10. But there was no mention of a tower. I was going nowhere.”
    “As you were before.”
    “As I was before except then I didn’t realize I was going nowhere. This time I was going nowhere and knowing I was going nowhere. I guess it was some sort of improvement, but it’s easier to go nowhere when you don’t realize that’s where you’re going.”
    “So what did you do?”
    “I put the two clues together—the image on the seal with what he told me.”
    “What he told you…was what?”
    “When I asked him how I would know the Fourth Harbinger, he told me it would be hard to miss—it was the largest one. So there’s the image of a tower and the clue that the Fourth Harbinger is the largest one, the largest tower . So I went to the largest standing tower in New York City.”
    “The Empire State Building?”
    “Yes. To the eighty-sixth floor and outside to the observation deck. It was early evening…a windy day…just around sunset…with thousands of lights just beginning to appear throughout the cityscape. I walked around the deck gazing at the skyscrapers in every direction, but there was nothing that struck me as being especially significant with regard to the clues. I was standing on the south side looking out to the city’s lower end. To my left was a man viewing the same scene through one of the metal telescopes they have there, the ones you have to pay to look through, the ones with timers on them.”

    “Impressive,” the man said. “It’s an impressive view.”
    “Yes it is,” I answered.”
    “So many towers.”

    “When I heard the word towers , I turned around. It was him .”
    “The prophet, looking through a telescope on the observation deck of the Empire State Building?”
    “The same.”
    “And you didn’t notice him before that?”
    “I was looking at the view, not the people. And his face was hidden behind the telescope.”
    “But his voice.”
    “Yes, but out of context, I wasn’t expecting to hear it.”

    The prophet continued. “It has a beauty to it,” he said, still gazing at the scenery, “a strange beauty.”
    “Don’t tell me you just came up here to take in the view,” I said.
    “Actually, I had an appointment,” he replied.
    “There’s no point in me asking you how you do all this, is there?” I asked. “My guess is that it involves satellites.” I was being facetious of course.
    “You’re right,” he said.
    “That it involves satellites?”
    “No,” he replied, “that there’s no point in