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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Philip, who spoke German fluently, was talking with the
elders and former government officials of
Simon entered the room looking at Philip, “Philip, I need to
talk with you privately.” They moved away from the elders to a corner of the
large room. Simon sat down so that they could talk face to face as Philip
stood.
“We have a call from the President of the
“What do we know about their plans?”
“Nothing yet, but Israel agents in the Middle East and on
the coast lines of Europe are watching out for them and will report to us. They
will not come by air. They have no fuel.”
“No fuel? They have 20% of the world’s oil reserves.”
“Yes! Lots of oil but no fuel! They have no oil refineries.
We are not sure they could make it by ship.”
“We will have to prepare for them no matter what. We must
pick the battle ground and not them. Arrange to bring the Twelve to me at
once.”
Philip finished his conversations with the elders and set up
a central government and smaller governments all over
It took a few weeks, but finally the Iranian plans were
known. They boated up to
“We need to pick the place of battle,” said Philip. “As long
as we know they are coming they have no chance, but we want to loose as few
lives as possible.”
After a two hour meeting it was decided to hold up in
Philip’s Twelve Commanders knew that the Moslems would come
stealthily from all sides of the city. They would not attempt to battle his
army in open warfare. Philip kept nothing in the city except Knights and
trained-armed fighters. They hid in buildings all over the city and prepared a
trap for the Moslems.
“Philip, a Moslem dressed as a priest looked into the
Cathedral to see you and the Holy Grail and then left,” said a Knight dressed
in priest’s clothing.
“They will come soon. I will pray at the altar and let them
see me. Do not let more then five or six get through the doors.” Philip
actually seemed unafraid and for the first time, courageous.
The Knights knew that they would come into the city in
groups of twenty but would gather together at least in the last few blocks
around the Cathedral and on only three streets. It was on both sides of these
three streets that the Knights were prepared for war.
The Moslems came dressed as farmers but carried machine guns
under their coats and they came in groups of from two to twenty. Just as the
Knights predicted they started meeting up in three locations three blocks from
the Cathedral on three different streets. In all there were only two thousand
of them but they were all prepared to die for Allah.
At the entrance to the Cathedral they stopped spread out
down the three streets. They were very silent. The Knights knew that the
Moslems had hand held bombs but they had orders not to attack until at least
they opened the doors to the Cathedral.
Suddenly the Moslem soldiers threw off their coats and
raised their machine guns. Two stood by both doors of the Cathedral waiting for
orders to swing them open. At the moment the doors were opened the Knights
opened windows and doors on both sides of the three streets all at once up to
three stories high and opened fire into the streets. The Moslems were hit on
six sides all at once but ten Moslems made it into the Cathedral.
Above the main floor of the Cathedral, on both sides, were
four balconies and on them eight Knights with modified semi-automatics holding
special shells. The first shots exploded on impact spreading copper strips of
wire in every direction. The Moslems lay dead at the door. These special
bullets killed even if they missed.
Philip was praying in front of the Holy Grail and the first
he knew of the fight was the blast of the doors and less than a second later
the sound of eight blasts that sounded like thunder and then a string of
explosions. Philip stood there not turning around. He just waited for a bullet
or bomb to hit him. He listened to the sound of bullets and bombs outside.
Almost a minute went by but he was still afraid to look behind him and stayed
praying. Finally all sounds stopped and it was silent. He realized that he had not been hit and gave
thanks but was not in any hurry to look back.
Slowly he turned only his head and the first thing he saw
was one of the eight Knights that were guarding him from the inside. The Knight
was standing there just looking at him. By the time he turned all the way
around all eight Knights had come down from the balconies to the ground floor
right behind him and were all looking at him.
Philip was embarrassed at his fear, but said nothing. He
looked down the long main isle of the Cathedral. The doors were open and the
light was making a 45% angle over the entrance. Philip could see a pile of
debris and blood, shining red in the light, covering the floor. Philip swung
his eyes away from the sight towards the Holy Grail. He wanted to cry over the
dead and he wanted to be angry at God for making him involved in the deaths. He
was about to curse God when a voice or a memory came to his head. It was the
words of the great Pharisee, Gamaliel: “But if it be
from God, you cannot overthrow it, lest perhaps you be found even to fight
against God.” (Acts 5:39) He lowered his head, ashamed of his anger.
He turned around facing the eight Knights who were next to
him. One of them pointed to a side door. The small group left the Cathedral
with the Holy Grail. Outside was a
battle ground with blood and bodies everywhere. There were only two thousand
deaths but it was so concentrated that it seemed like millions.
Not one Knight was dead or injured. The Knights called in
the citizens to bury the dead and clean up the mess.