“You mean to tell me they believed in those tiny flying bug people?” Furrowing his brow, the old man wasn’t amused, the unlit cigar rolling between his lips.
“Eh heh, well, no. Ya’ see Victor, what you are thinking of is what the populous now think of what a fairy is. F, A, I, R, Y,” Sam spelled out. “Which is, in truth, a tiny fraction of the, uh, actual truth. You get me?”
“What does this have to do with anything, Sam?” spat Sully, a bit aggravated that the older Drake wasn’t so much different than his younger brother. Always with the build up.
“Okay, okay. The ancient Celts, they believed in magical and sometimes powerful beings, a whole slew of them. Giants, Wiccans, Greenmen, Leprechauns, their gods, Like... like, different, eh, races of them, I guess you can say. And the Celts would call them Sidhe.”
Just as Sully plucked his cigar from his face and opened his mouth to say something between Sam’s pause, it wasn’t over.
“What we have here is a letter from an Englishman and faerie was just another word for an enchanted being. Magical people. The Freemasons knew something that pertained to the Celtic myths.” Slipping his hand deep into his cargo pants’s right side pocket, he pulled out a glittering object. “What ever it is, our ‘friend’ back in Maine is more than likely after it and this was the next clue for him.” He held up the object, one of the missing Crown Jewels of Ireland, the Grand Master’s Star. Majority of its center had its gems picked off leaving a dimpled surface but also revealing a faint symbol etched into the mess. The square and compass, the symbol of the Freemasons , but instead of a G at its center, it was a single swirl. One can say someone over did the G and continued the line spiraling inward until they couldn’t anymore.
In a snarky tone, Sully finally chimed, “Huh, so, let me guess, from my past experiences with your brother, greater treasure, or something of great power?
“I dunno’ yet. Hard to tell. But what I do grab from this is that majority of the first wave of Freemasons believed they were decedents of some kind to these so called faeries, the Sidhe. In myth, some of the Sidhe have fallen in love and had relationships with mortal humans which in turn had created, I guess you can say, demi-gods. Demi-Sidhe?”
“Ok, so what now?” Sully sighed in hopeful relief that Sam was done with his storytelling.
“Back at the lodge, there was... there was some light play and I took a photo, tsk, here, have a look,” Sam dropped the jeweled star back into the lower side pocket and then reached for his phone that was in his waist pocket. With a swipe of his finger across the screen, he tilted it toward Sullivan. Light play indeed, the photo showed a darkened room with what looked like candle light seeping through a crack and spreading across a wooden wall in a peculiar shape. It almost looked like a mix between a finger print from tip to base and a fish.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Sully chuckled, “That looks like Nova Scotia.”
“Yeah, and see that wood grain right there? Looks a bit odd, right?” Using his index finger and thumb to zoom in, Sam shows the oddity.
“That area, that’s the highlands,” Sully chirped, now intrigued and amused, “Cape Breton National Park.”
“Yup, and hopefully a better answer to what this is all about.”
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