The Left Behind Collection: All 12 Books (139 page)

I feel more guilty about considering abortion than I do about what you would call immorality. I don’t want to make a mistake. And I don’t want to keep living like this. I envy you and your close friends. I sure hope you all survived the earthquake. I suppose your dad and your husband believe it was the wrath of the Lamb. Maybe it was. I wouldn’t be surprised.

If I don’t hear from you, I’m going to assume the worst, so please get back to me if you can. Say hi to everybody. My love to L. Love, H.

“Now, Buck,” Chloe said, “I don’t mind if you help me. Just reply as fast as you can that I was hurt and away from my e-mail, that I’m going to be fine, and here’s my phone number. OK?”

Buck was already typing.

Rayford slipped his laptop out of his flight bag and left the plane. On the way he passed the two bored young people, a red-faced and sweating Leon on the phone, and Mathews. The Supreme Pontiff of Enigma Babylon glanced at Rayford and looked away.
So much for pastoral interest,
Rayford thought. Pilots were just props on this guy’s stage.

Rayford sat near a window in the terminal. With his amazing computer, powered by the sun, he could communicate from anywhere. He checked the bulletin board where Tsion kept in touch with his growing church. In just a few days, hundreds of thousands of people had responded to his messages. Open messages to Nicolae Carpathia pleaded for amnesty for Tsion Ben-Judah. One poignantly summarized the consensus: “Surely a lover of peace like yourself, Potentate Carpathia, who aided in Rabbi Ben-Judah’s escape from orthodox zealots in his homeland, has the power to return him safely to Israel, where he can communicate with so many of us who love him. We’re counting on you.”

Rayford smiled. Many were so new in the faith that they did not know Carpathia’s true identity. When, he wondered, might Tsion himself have to blatantly expose Carpathia?

When he checked his mail, Rayford was dumbfounded to learn of the contact from Hattie. He had strangely mixed emotions. He was glad she and her baby were safe, but he so badly wanted a message from Amanda that he found himself jealous. He resented that Chloe had heard from Hattie before he heard from Amanda. “God, forgive me,” he prayed silently.

Several hours later, the Condor 216 finally took off from Rome with a full cabin crew, compliments of Alitalia Airlines.

When Rayford wasn’t planning the Tigris River dive, he eavesdropped on the cabin.

“Now this is more like it, Supreme Commander Fortunato,” Mathews was saying. “Isn’t this better than the buffet line you had planned? Admit it.”

“Everyone appreciates being served,” Fortunato allowed. “Now there are some issues His Excellency has asked me to brief you on.”

“Quit calling him that! It drives me nuts. I was going to save this news, but I might as well tell you now. Response to my leadership has been so overwhelming that my staff has planned a weeklong festival next month to celebrate my installation. Though I no longer serve the Catholic church, which has been blended into our much bigger faith, it seemed appropriate to some that my title change as well. I believe it will have more immediate impact and be more easily understood by the masses if I simply go by Peter the Second.”

“That sounds like a pope’s title,” Fortunato said.

“Of course it is. Though some would call my position a papacy, I frankly see it as much larger.”

“You prefer Peter the Second over Supreme Pontiff or even Pontifex Maximus?”

“Less is more. It has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“We’ll have to see how His—ah, Potentate Carpathia feels about it.”

“What does the Global Community potentate have to do with the One World Faith?”

“Oh, he feels responsible for the idea and for your elevation to this post.”

“He needs to remember that democracy wasn’t all bad. At least they had separation between church and state.”

“Pontiff, you asked what His Excellency has to do with you. I must ask, where would Enigma Babylon be without financing from the Global Community?”

“I could ask the reverse. People need something to believe in. They need faith. They need tolerance. We need to stand together and rid the world of the hatemongers. The vanishings took care of narrow-minded fundamentalists and intolerant zealots. Have you seen what’s happening on the Internet? That rabbi who blasphemed his own religion in his own country is now developing a huge following. It falls to me to compete with that. I have a request here—” Rayford heard rustling papers—“for increased financial support from the Global Community.”

“His Excellency was afraid of that.”

“Bull! I’ve never known Carpathia to be afraid of anything. He knows we have tremendous expenses. We are living up to our name. We’re a one-world faith. We influence every continent for peace and unity and tolerance. Every ambassador ought to be mandated to increase his share of contributions to Enigma Babylon.”

“Pontiff, no one has ever faced the fiscal problems His Excellency faces now. The balance of power has shifted to the Middle East. New Babylon is the capital of the world. Everything will be centralized. The rebuilding of that city alone has caused the potentate to propose significant tax increases across the board. But he’s also rebuilding the whole world. Global Community forces are at work on every continent, reestablishing communications and transportation and engaging in cleanup, rescue, relief, sanitation, you name it. Every region leader will be asked to call his subjects to sacrifice.”

“And you get that dirty work, don’t you, Supreme Commander?”

“I do not consider it dirty work, Pontiff. It is my honor to facilitate His Excellency’s vision.”

“There you go again with that
excellency
business.”

“Allow me to tell you a personal story I will share with each ambassador during this trip. Indulge me, and you’ll see that the potentate is a deeply spiritual man with a spark of the divine.”

“This I have to hear,” Mathews said, chuckling. “Carpathia as clergy. Now there’s a picture.”

“I pledge that every word is true. It will change forever the way you see our potentate.”

Rayford turned off the surveillance switch. “Leon’s telling Mathews his Lazarus story,” he muttered.

“Oh boy,” Mac said.

The Condor was over the Atlantic in the middle of the night, and Rayford was dozing. The intercom roused him. “When convenient, Captain Steele,” Fortunato said, “I would appreciate a moment.”

“I hate to cater,” Rayford told Mac. “But I’d just as soon get it out of the way.” He depressed the button. “Is now OK?”

Fortunato met him midplane and beckoned him to the rear, far from where Mathews and his two young charges were sleeping. “His Excellency has asked me to approach you on a delicate matter. It is becoming increasingly embarrassing to not be able to produce Rabbi Tsion Ben-Judah of Israel for his followers.”

“Oh?”

“His Excellency knows you to be a man of your word. When you tell us you do not know where Ben-Judah is, we take this at face value. The question then becomes, do you have access to someone who does know where he is?”

“Why?”

“His Excellency is prepared to personally ensure the rabbi’s safety. He will make any threat to the safety of Ben-Judah simply not worth the consequences.”

“So why not put that word out, and see if Ben-Judah comes to you?”

“Too risky. You may think you know how His Excellency views you. However, as the one who knows him best, I know he trusts you. He admires your integrity.”

“And he’s convinced I have access to Ben-Judah.”

“Let’s not play games, Captain Steele. The Global Community is far-reaching now. We know from more sources than just the talkative Dr. Rosenzweig that your son-in-law helped the rabbi escape.”

“Rosenzweig is one of Carpathia’s greatest admirers, more loyal than Nicolae deserves. Didn’t Chaim seek Carpathia’s help in the Ben-Judah matter back when Nicolae first became prominent?”

“We did all we could—”

“That is not true. If you expect me to be a man of my word, don’t insult my intelligence. If my own son-in-law aided in Ben-Judah’s flight from Israel, wouldn’t I have an idea whether he had assistance from the Global Community?”

Fortunato did not respond.

Rayford was careful not to reveal anything he had heard solely through the bugging device. He would never forget when Fortunato had passed on Rosenzweig’s plea for help for his beleaguered friend. Ben-Judah’s family had been massacred and he was in hiding, yet Carpathia had laughed it off and said in so many words that he might turn Ben-Judah over to the zealots.

“Those close to the situation know the truth, Leon. Carpathia’s claim to credit for the well-being of Tsion Ben-Judah is bogus. I have no doubt he could protect the rabbi, and he would have been able to then, but he did not.”

“You may be right, Captain Steele. I do not have personal knowledge of that situation.”

“Leon, you know every detail of everything that goes on.”

It appeared Leon enjoyed hearing that. He didn’t argue it. “Regardless, it would be counterproductive from a public relations standpoint for us to adjust our position now. We are believed to have helped him escape, and we would lose credibility to admit we had nothing to do with that.”

“But since I know,” Rayford said, “am I not allowed some skepticism?”

Leon sat back and steepled his fingers. He exhaled. “All right,” he said. “His Excellency has authorized me to ask what you require in order to grant him this favor.”

“And the favor is?”

“The delivery of Tsion Ben-Judah.”

“To?”

“Israel.”

What Rayford wanted was his wife’s name cleared, but he could not betray Mac’s confidence. “So I’m asked my price now, rather than being required to trade my own daughter?”

It didn’t seem to surprise Fortunato that Rayford had heard about the fiasco in Minneapolis. “That was a mistake in communications,” he said. “You have His Excellency’s personal word that he intended that the wife of one of his employees be reunited with her husband and given the best care.”

Rayford wanted to laugh aloud or spit in Fortunato’s face; he couldn’t decide which. “Let me think about it,” he said.

“How long do you need? There is pressure on His Excellency to do something about Ben-Judah. We will be in the States tomorrow. Can we not make some arrangement?”

“You want me to ferry him back on the Condor with all the ambassadors?”

“Of course not. But as long as we are going to be in that region, it only makes sense that we take care of it now.”

“Assuming Tsion Ben-Judah is there.”

“We believe that if we can locate Cameron Williams, we will have located Tsion Ben-Judah.”

“Then you know more than I do.”

Rayford began to stand, but Fortunato held up a hand. “There is one more thing.”

“Let me guess. Are her initials H. D.?”

“Yes. It is important to His Excellency that the relationship be gracefully severed.”

“Despite what he said to the world?”

“Actually, I said it. He did not sanction it.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Believe what you wish. You are aware of the exigencies of public perception. His Excellency is determined not to be embarrassed by Miss Durham. You’ll recall they were introduced by your son-in-law.”

“Whom I had not even met yet,” Rayford said.

“Granted. Her disappearance was a nuisance. It made His Excellency appear incapable of controlling his own household. The earthquake provided a logical explanation for their separation. It is crucial that while out on her own, Miss Durham not do or say anything embarrassing.”

“And so you want me to do what? Tell her to behave?”

“Frankly, Captain, you would not be overstating it to inform her that accidents happen. She cannot remain invisible long. If it becomes necessary to eliminate the risk, we have the ability to effect this with expediency, and in a manner that would not reflect on His Excellency but would allow him to gain sympathy.”

“May I tell you what I just heard you say, so we’re clear?”

“Certainly.”

“You want me to tell Hattie Durham to keep her mouth shut or you’ll kill her and deny it.”

Fortunato appeared stricken. Then he softened and stared at the ceiling. “We are communicating,” he said.

“Rest assured that if I make contact with Miss Durham, I will pass along your threat.”

“I assume you will remind her that repeating that message would constitute cause.”

“Oh, I got it. It’s a blanket threat.”

“You’ll handle both assignments then?”

“You don’t see the irony? I’m to pass along a death threat to Miss Durham yet trust you with protecting Tsion Ben-Judah.”

“Right.”

“Well, it may be correct, but it’s not right.”

Rayford trudged to the cockpit, where he was met with Mac’s knowing look. “You hear that?”

“I heard,” Mac said. “I wish I had recorded it.”

“Who would you play it for?”

“Fellow believers.”

“You’d be preaching to the choir. In the old days, you could take a DVD like that to the authorities. But these
are
the authorities.”

“What’s your price gonna be, Ray?”