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"Because they often went into battle naked."
Summer was too intrepid to blush, but she did roll her eyes and stare at the floor.
"Which brings us back around to the Celtic artifacts we found on Navidad Bank," said Dirk seriously. "If they weren't being transported aboard a ship three thousand years later, where did they come from?"
"And what about the room and chambers we found that were carved from the rock?" added Summer.
"Are you sure they were carved from the rock and not stones laid one on the other?" Perlmutter questioned.
Dirk looked at his sister. "I suppose it's poss
ible. The encrustation could easily have covered the cracks between the stones."
"It wasn't like the Celts to carve chambers out of solid rock. They rarely built structures from stone," said Perlmutter. "It may have been there were no trees to fell as lumber when Navidad Bank rose above the sea. Tropical palms, for example, because of their curved and fiber trunks, were not practical for livable structures."
"But how could they have crossed six thousand miles of ocean in eleven hundred B.C.?"
"A tough question," Perlmutter admitted. "Those who lived on the Atlantic shores were a seafaring people, often called 'people of the oars.' They are known to have sailed into the Mediterranean from ports in the North Sea. But there are no legends of Celts crossing the Atlantic, other than possibly Saint Brendan, the Irish priest, whose voyage of seven years is thought by many to have reached the east coast of America."
"When did this the voyage occur?" Dirk asked.
"Sometime between 520 and 530 a.d."
"Fifteen hundred years too late for our find," said Summer.
Dirk reached down and petted Fritz, who promptly sat up and licked his hand. "We seem to strike out with every pitch."
Summer looked down and smoothed her dress. "So where do we go from here?"
"The first item on your list of enigmas to be solved," Perlmutter advised, "is to find out when and if Navidad Bank sat above the surface of the sea three thousand years ago."
"A geomorphologist who studies the origin and age of land surfaces might come up with some theories," Summer suggested knowledgeably.
Perlmutter gazed at the model of the famed Confederate submarine Hunley. "You might begin with Hiram Yaeger and his computer wizardry. The world's most extensive accumulation of data on marine sciences is in his library. If any scientific study on the geology of Navidad Bank was ever conducted, he'd have a record of it."
"And if it were compiled by a German or Russian team of scientists?"
"Yaeger will have a translation. You can count on it."
Dirk came to his feet and began pacing the floor. "Our first stop on returning to NUMA headquarters is to meet with Hiram and ask him to probe his files."
Summer smiled. "And then what?"
Dirk didn't hesitate. "Next stop, Admiral Sandecker's office. If we want to get to the bottom of this thing, we must persuade him to loan us a crew, research ship and the necessary equipment to conduct a thorough investigation of the sunken chambers and retrieve their artifacts."
"You mean, go back."
"Is there any other way?"
"I suppose not," she said slowly. For some reason she could not fathom, a fear welled up inside her. "But I don't think I could bring myself to look at Pisces again."
"Knowing Sandecker," said Perlmutter, "he'll save NUMA funds by combining your exploration with another project."
"You have to agree that's a reasonable assumption," Dirk said, turning to his sister. "Shall we go? We've taken up enough of St. Julien's time."
Summer gave Perlmutter a cautious hug. "Thank you for the glorious lunch."
"Always a joy for an old bachelor to have a pretty young girl for company."
