Area 51: The Grail-5 by Robert Doherty Page B

He waved me to go inside. I stepped through. Brynn followed, the door sliding shut behind them. It was dry inside, but still chilly.
    "I gasped as I looked about. I was in a large cavern, about two hundred meters long by a hundred wide. It was brilliantly lit as the small amount of light from our lanterns reflected from the brilliant crystals that lined the walls, ceiling, and floor. Brynn set down his light.
    "I asked him where we were. He told me 'This place has gone by many names over many generations. Some call it Merlin's tomb. Others say it is the antechamber to the Otherworld.'
    "I asked him what he called it, and he simply replied home.
    "I followed. In the very center of the cavern was a large crystal, over two meters tall. We didn't go that way, though. Brynn turned to the right and walked along the wall. He then opened a door, cleverly hidden between two pillars of crystal to reveal a level tunnel cut through the stone.
    "We went along it for almost a kilometer before Brynn stopped. He placed his ring against the wall and a door suddenly appeared. The stone slid up. This time Brynn led the way in.
    "We were in a small chamber, about ten meters long by five wide. The center of the room was full of wooden desks crammed tightly together. The entire wall on the right was fronted with what appeared to be wine racks, except instead of bottles, the small openings held rolls
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    of parchment. I had seen a similar thing at an old monastery in France—a scriptorium—a room where monks painstakingly copied texjs by hand before the days of the printing press, to ensure that copies survived.
    "He told me the scrolls were the records and reports of our order, the tale of the wedjat. We were underneath the town, where the new Abbey was built. In the old days this was secreted under water.
    "I stared dumbfounded, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Not even in my wildest dreams had I imagined such a treasure trove.

    "Brynn waved a hand at the wall. 'They are in various tongues and from many times. I have looked at some and there are few I can read.'
    "I moved toward the scrolls, drawn as if by a powerful magnet that was linked to my heart and mind. There was only one other time in my life when I had felt such a way—the first time I laid eyes on my wife.
    "Brynn and I sat and talked for a while and he told me what he knew. His line of Watchers didn't watch. They recorded reports from Watchers all over the world as they arrived. He told me that the task was now computerized. His job was to maintain the old records and allow other Watchers access to them.
    "From him I learned that for millennia the wedjat was exiled from Glastonbury Tor. As he spoke, I eagerly went to the first racks. There was a rolled parchment in the upper, leftmost opening. Carefully I pulled it out. I took it to a desk and unrolled the first piece. It was covered in markings, much like the Egyptian hieroglyphics, but different in many ways. I know now they were High Runes.
    "Brynn told me to look below the first sheet. I lifted the parchment and underneath was another page, writ-

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    ten in Celtic. He told me it was the translation, done in the Dark Ages by his predecessors.
    "I ran my fingers lightly across the first lines. I could feel the age of the paper and thought of the men who had labored here in this cave, translating the story of the history from High Rune to Celtic. I asked him to tell me of the wedjat, of the early Watchers.
    "The wedjat were the priests of Atlantis. They served the Airlia, worshipped them as Gods. They worshipped the Airlia in a temple where no man was allowed.
    A pyramid, blood red in hue, capped the peak of the temple. Inside, upon a table in the center, was the Ark which held the Grail, worshipped as the bringer of eternal life, health, and knowledge."
    "This red pyramid," Turcotte interrupted. "I haven't heard of this. The guardian computers I've seen are all gold." He glanced at Yakov. "Have you?"
    Yakov shook his