Eli and Carlos remained silent as Turner studied the photo of the cover stone that had been light-enhanced by brightening the natural rock, which left the etching in a dark shaded pattern. His sharp, blue eyes widened at the image he saw on the stone.
“The Ichthus,” Turner said in an astonished voice. “What the hell would the symbol of the early Christian church be doing in an ancient Guanche tomb on the Canary Islands?”
“That’s what I would like to know as well,” Carlos replied. “We do know from our studies that the Romans were exploring the Canary archipelago as early as the fourth century A.D. Pliny the Elder, who was a Roman soldier and administrator, did extensive research and documentation of the Islands. We also know that trade had been established by the Romans with the discovery of ancient potsherds dug up on the island of Lanzarote in the 1960’s.” He paused to take a sip of his wine, and then continued his discourse. “Most of the potsherds were pieces of large amphorae used to carry such commodities as wine, salt fish, and olive oil. Analysis of their clay showed that the amphorae originally came from Campania in Italy, Baetica in Spain, and Tunisia.”
“That may explain the symbol on the cover stone,” Turner said.
“I’m not so sure, Josh,” Eli said. “At that time, the early Christian church was struggling under heavy persecution from the Romans, so I don’t believe that the early church ever had a presence here. The Guanche worshiped their own Gods, and, it would have been almost impossible to communicate with them, seeing they had their own unique language.”
“Do you think the tomb might have been used at a later date?” Turner asked.
“Who’s to say?” Carlos said, taking another sip of his wine. “We won’t know until we perform a carbon dating on the contents. That will verify the time period, but the real substance will hopefully come from the parchment translation, which I hope Maria will have with her.”
At that moment, Maria Santiago strolled up to the upper level followed by Samuel Caberra, Peruvian native and longtime friend of Turner.
Turner knew Maria Santiago’s striking beauty and elegance never failed to turn heads wherever she went, and this evening would be no exception. Turner watched her gracefully approach with her long, dark flowing hair pulled back in a bun. She wore a brightly flowered sundress with spaghetti straps that dramatically accented her dark skin and slim, athletic figure. She slowly made her way toward them carrying her laptop computer under her arm, which amused Turner.
“Hello, Father,” she said to Carlos as the four men rose from their chairs. As she approached, she winked at Turner, sending his heart racing.
“Good evening, my dear,” Carlos said giving his daughter a hug.
“Hello, Maria,” Eli added.
“Good evening, Dr. Turner. You’re looking especially handsome tonight. It’s so nice to be able to see your hair without that hat on,” she said with a laugh.
“What’s left of my hair anyway,” Eli joked.
“Samuel, you’re looking as fit as ever,” Turner said to his long-time friend, who simply smiled then proceeded to give Turner one of his trademark bear hugs. His ribs aching, Turner pleaded, “Okay, okay. I give up!”
Josh Turner had felt like a brother to Samuel Caberra ever since their meeting at a pyramid excavation in Lima Peru back in the late 90’s.
Samuel Caberra, a Huarochiri Quechua native, was born and raised in the village of Tupicocha, high in the Andes Mountains of Peru. As a Quechuan, he was a descendant of the Inca, the indigenous peoples of South America, who were conquered by the Spanish.
Turner learned from Samuel that much of their heritage and culture had been stifled by the Spanish. Even their native tongue had been considered by their conquerors to be ‘animal talk’. Only in recent years had their culture been re-established by legislation in an effort to recognize the Quechua as an indigenous people.
Samuel had grown up the eldest son in a poor family of six and worked with his father on the terrace fields raising crops to provide a meager existence for his family. The many years of hunting and working in the high altitudes of the Andes made him the perfect athlete.
He’d be more at home on a rocky slope than in this restaurant, Turner mused, noting the Peruvian’s obvious discomfort at being there.
“Hello, Eli, how goes it?” Samuel said, giving his second father a powerful hug that caused Eli’s back to crack.
“Good God, I won’t need a chiropractor for a while after that,” Eli said rubbing his lower back.
Samuel had first encountered Eli and his son, Josh Turner in Lima, the Capitol city of Peru after making the decision to make a better life for himself and his family by leaving for the coastal city in search of meaningful work. At the time, the research team working on the pyramid in the center of Lima made the discovery of a tomb deep within the structure. Eli Turner was invited to aide in the identification and preservation of the many Incan artifacts found within.
Samuel got word on the street that work could be procured as a laborer. So, one evening, he went to the site to speak to anyone he could find about acquiring employment. As luck would have it, the site was closed. Before turning to leave, Samuel heard sounds coming from the site entrance and went to see if he could find someone.
Rounding the corner and going down a long ramp out of view of the street, he saw a young man carrying a metal box being shoved about by two rather large men. It didn’t take long for Samuel to realize that this was a robbery in progress and immediately, he went to his aid. The two men quickly turned on Samuel, which turned out to be a mistake on their part, as the native Quechuan made quick work of the thieves. The initial punch thrown by Samuel knocked the first man completely off his feet, and dropped him to the ground with a bone-jarring thud. The other hoodlum, seeing he was out-matched, helped his partner up and then fled up the ramp, disappearing into the dusk of the early evening.
A grateful Josh Turner thanked Samuel, and explained that he was carrying Incan relics from the site to the local museum to secure them. En route, he had been ambushed by the two looters, who would have stolen and sold the artifacts on the antiquities black market. Turner asked Samuel to accompany him to secure the items, and afterward invited him to come to the facility provided by the University of Lima where he and his father were staying.
Samuel spoke no English, but the fact that both Josh and Eli were fluent in Spanish broke any language barriers and the three soon became friends. Eli eventually hired Samuel as his project director for the site, acting as a liaison to the workers. He quickly became a trusted friend to the Turners. The elder Turner made it possible for Samuel to get the schooling he needed to learn English, and had taught him the basics of archeology with on-site training. Samuel worked hard, and sent most of his earnings home to his family in Tupicocha. Josh and Samuel became inseparable, and spent many years after that working together on many excavation sites around the world.
After all introductions were made, the new arrivals ordered their drinks and each finally made their dinner selections. Turner ordered the Sama frita con mojo Verde, a local fresh, fried fish served in a light sauce consisting of oil, coriander and garlic. It was topped with papas’ arrugades, small tender cooked potatoes. The rest of the party ordered the house special that evening: carne de cabra en salsa, a dish of seared goat’s meat swimming in wine-based gravy with seasonings.
After enjoying a wonderful meal, they all decided on gofio de almendras, a rich dessert made with almonds, and then finished off with a round of espresso. It was at that point that the conversation went from pleasantries to the business at hand.