Treadstone."
Ah, at last we come to the crux of the matter, Willard thought. He waited, his expression perfectly neutral, but watching Benjamin El-Arian as if El-Arian were a spider sitting in the center of his web.
"I know Treadstone is something of a hot-button issue with you," El-Arian said, "so I'll tell you what I know. Please don't hesitate to correct me if I have any facts wrong. Treadstone was started by Alexander Conklin, inside Central Intelligence. His brainchild gave birth to only two graduates: Leonid Danilovich Arkadin and Jason Bourne. Now you have resurrected Treadstone, under the aegis of Oliver Liss, but almost immediately Liss is dictating to you even more than CI did to your predecessor." He paused to give Willard time to correct him or make objections. When his guest remained silent, he nodded. "All this is prologue, however." He tapped the open book again. "Since Liss has given you orders to find the gold ring with this engraving, it might interest you to know that he is not operating as an independent entity."
Willard tensed. "So who am I actually working for?"
El-Arian's smile held a sardonic edge. "Well, like all things in the matter, it's complicated. The man who has been providing his funding and intel is Jalal Essai."
"Never heard of him."
"Nor should you have. Jalal Essai does not move in your circles. In fact, like me, Essai makes it his business to remain unknown to people like you. He's a member of the Monition Club - or, rather, he was. You see, for some years this particular ring was presumed lost. It's the only one of its kind, for reasons that will become clear to you momentarily."
El-Arian rose and, crossing to a section of the bookcases, pressed a hidden stud. The section swung outward, revealing a tea service consisting of a chased brass pot, a plate with an array of tiny powdered cakes, and six glasses, each narrow as a shot glass but perhaps three times its height. He loaded them onto a tray and brought them back to the table.
In a ceremonial manner, he poured tea for them both, then gestured toward the plate of cakes for Willard to help himself. He settled himself, sipping and savoring his drink, which, Willard discovered, was sweet mint tea, a Moroccan staple.
"Back to the matter at hand." El-Arian took a sweet and popped it in his mouth. "What the ring's engraving told us was this: King Solomon's gold is fact, not fiction. The engraving contains specific Ugaritic symbols. Solomon employed a platoon of seers. These seers, or some of them at any rate, were versed in alchemy. They had discovered that intoning certain Ugaritic words and phrases in conjunction with scientific procedures they developed could turn lead into gold."
Willard sat stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Lead into gold?" he said finally. "Literally?"
"Literally." El-Arian popped another sweet into his mouth. "This is the answer to the seemingly unsolvable mystery I proposed before, namely, how Solomon amassed such a hoard of gold in his short lifetime."
Willard shifted in his seat. "Is that what you people do here? Chase fairy tales?"
El-Arian produced one of his enigmatic smiles. "As I said, you're free to leave anytime you wish. And yet you won't."
Out of sheer spite, Willard got to his feet. "How do you know that?"
"Simply because, even if you aren't yet convinced, the idea is too compelling."
Willard produced his own enigmatic smile. "Even if it is a fairy tale."
El-Arian pushed his chair back and crossed to the part of the bookcases where he had gotten the tea and cakes. Reaching into the shadows, he pulled something out, brought it back, and placed it on the table in front of Willard.
Willard held El-Arian's eyes for a moment, then dropped his gaze. He picked up a gold coin. It appeared ancient. On it was imprinted a pentagram star, along with the inscription GRAM, MA, TUM, TL, TRA in the spaces between the points. In the center of the star was a symbol so worn away as to be incomprehensible.
"That pentagrammic star is the symbol of King Solomon, though various sources depict it as a six-pointed star, a cross engraved with Hebrew letters, even a Celtic knot. But it was the pentagrammic star that was engraved on the ring he always wore, which was said to have magic properties. Among them, it allowed him to trap demons and speak to animals."
Willard laughed. "You don't believe such claptrap."
"Certainly not," El-Arian