The Lost Symbol

Bellamy would never forget that painful night. The first of many for Peter. Bellamy had been asked to come to the Solomon estate in Potomac for Zachary Solomon’s eighteenth birthday. Zachary, despite being a rebellious child, was a Solomon, which meant tonight, following family tradition, he would receive his inheritance. bellamy was one of peter’s dearest friends and a trusted masonic brother, and therefore was asked to attend as a witness. but it was not only the transference of money that bellamy had been asked to witness. there was far more than money at stake tonight.

Bellamy had arrived early and waited, as requested, in Peter’s private study. The wonderful old room smelled of leather, wood fires, and loose-leaf tea. Warren was seated when Peter led his son, Zachary, into the room. When the scrawny eighteen-year-old saw Bellamy, he frowned. «What are you doing here?»

«Bearing witness,» Bellamy offered. «Happy birthday, Zachary.»

The boy mumbled and looked away.

«Sit down, Zach,» Peter said.

Zachary sat in the solitary chair facing his father’s huge wooden desk. Solomon bolted the study door. Bellamy took a seat off to one side.

Solomon addressed Zachary in a serious tone. «Do you know why you’re here?»

«I think so,» Zachary said.

Solomon sighed deeply. «I know you and I have not seen eye to eye for quite some time, Zach. I’ve done my best to be a good father and to prepare you for this moment.»

Zachary said nothing.

«As you know, every Solomon child, upon reaching adulthood, is presented with his or her birthright — a share of the Solomon fortune — which is intended to be a seed. . a seed for you to nurture, make grow, and use to help nourish mankind.»

Solomon walked to a vault in the wall, unlocked it, and removed a large black folder. «Son, this portfolio contains everything you need to legally transfer your financial inheritance into your own name.» He laid it on the desk. «The aim is that you use this money to build a life of productivity, prosperity, and philanthropy.»

Zachary reached for the folder. «Thanks.»

«Hold on,» his father said, putting his hand on the portfolio. «There’s something else I need to explain.»

Zachary shot his father a contemptuous look and slumped back down.

«There are aspects of the Solomon inheritance of which you are not yet aware.» His father was staring straight into Zachary’s eyes now. «You are my firstborn, Zachary, which means you are entitled to a choice.»

The teenager sat up, looking intrigued.

«it is a choice that may well determine the direction of your future, and so i urge you to ponder it carefully.»

«What choice?»

His father took a deep breath. «It is the choice. . between wealth or wisdom.»

Zachary gave him a blank stare. «Wealth or wisdom? I don’t get it.»

Solomon stood, walking again to the vault, where he pulled out a heavy stone pyramid with Masonic symbols carved into it. Peter heaved the stone onto the desk beside the portfolio. «This pyramid was created long ago and has been entrusted to our family for generations.»

«A pyramid?» Zachary didn’t look very excited.

«Son, this pyramid is a map. . a map that reveals the location of one of humankind’s greatest lost treasures. This map was created so that the treasure could one day be rediscovered.» Peter’s voice swelled now with pride. «And tonight, following tradition, I am able to offer it to you. . under certain conditions.»

Zachary eyed the pyramid suspiciously. «What’s the treasure?»

Bellamy could tell that this coarse question was not what Peter had hoped for. Nonetheless, his demeanor remained steady.

«Zachary, it’s hard to explain without a lot of background. But this treasure. . in essence. . is something we call the Ancient Mysteries.»

Zachary laughed, apparently thinking his father was joking.

Bellamy could see the melancholy growing now in Peter’s eyes.

«This is very difficult for me to describe, Zach. Traditionally, by the time a Solomon is eighteen years of age, he is about to embark on his years of higher education in — »

«I told you!» Zachary fired back. «I’m not interested in college!»

«I don’t mean college, » his father said, his voice still calm and quiet. «I’m talking about the brotherhood of Freemasonry. I’m talking about an education in the enduring mysteries of human science. If you had plans to join me within their ranks, you would be on the verge of receiving the education necessary to understand the importance of your decision tonight.»

Zachary rolled his eyes. «Spare me the Masonic lecture again. I know I’m the first Solomon who doesn’t want to join. But so what? Don’t you get it? I have no interest in playing dress-up with a bunch of old men!»

His father was silent for a long time, and Bellamy noticed the fine age lines that had started to appear around Peter’s still-youthful eyes.