The right hand held a boxlike object at waist height. The left hand was held high, slightly clenched, like Hamlet contemplating Yorick’s skull. A skinny, small-headed cat curled around the legs. The artist had cleverly used the animal’s legs to give the statue added stability.
“If I hadn’t been told this was Phoenician,” Austin said, “I’d be hard put to identify any specific culture or period.”
“That’s because Phoenician art doesn’t have any particular style. They were too busy trading to create great works of art. The Phoenicians produced goods made to sell, so they imitated the art of their market countries. The statue’s posture is Egyptian. The head is Syrian, almost Oriental in style. The natural way the folds of his kilt fall is borrowed from the Greeks. The size is unusual. Phoenician bronzes tend to be small.”
“The tabby is an unusual touch.”
“The Phoenicians brought cats on board ship to catch rats and to use as trade items. They preferred orange-striped tomcats.”
Austin examined the boxlike object in the statue’s right hand. It was about six inches across. A circular section on the top was recessed about a half inch. An eight-point star was etched into the circle. One point was larger than the rest. A thick line, pointed at both ends, crossed from one side of the star to the other.
Saxon noticed the intense expression on Austin’s face. “Interesting, eh?”
“Carina mentioned the compass paradox. The Chinese supposedly invented the compass hundreds of years after the heyday of Phoenician trade.”
“That’s the common perception. What do you think?”
“I’d keep an open mind,” Austin said. “The Phoenician empire stretched along the shores of the Mediterranean and beyond. They would have needed constant contact with their colonies. They had to cross long open stretches of water. From Tyre to the western end of the Mediterranean is more than two thousand miles. That presumes an unparalleled skill at navigation, good charts, and nautical instruments.”
“Bravo! I have no doubt that these inquisitive, clever people knew the peculiar properties of the lodestone. They had the technical expertise to mount a magnetized needle on a wind star like this. Voilà! A compass.”
“Then the statue is authentic?”
Saxon nodded. “I’d guess that it was made around 850 B.C., when the Phoenician empire was at its highest peak.”
“The compass needle seems to be pointing east and west.”
Saxon raised an eyebrow. “What else do you see?”
Austin studied the bronze face. The nose looked as if i
t had encountered the business end of a sledgehammer. Except for the damage, it was a reasonably good likeness of a young man, with a layered beard. What Austin thought at first was a smile might actually be a grimace. The eyes were tightened in a squint. Austin stood behind the statue and studied the upraised hand.
“I think he’s looking into the sun, as if he were navigating with a cross-staff.”
Saxon chuckled. “You’re downright frightening, my friend.”
The camera lens was pointing at the statue’s midsection, where a motif was repeated in the sash. Repeated throughout the design was a horizontal line, with a Z facing inward at each end.
“This mark was in your book.”
Austin was intent on the detail and failed to see the startled expression on Saxon’s face. “That’s right. I believe it symbolizes a ship of Tarshish.”
“You found similar motifs in South America and the Holy Land.”
A furtive expression flickered in Saxon’s gray eyes. “My detractors say it’s coincidence.”
“They’re Philistines,” Austin said.
Austin inspected the circular medallion hanging from the figure’s neck. Engraved in the medallion were a horse head and a palm tree, with its roots exposed. “This was in your book. The horse and the palm tree.”
“The horse was the symbol of Phoenicia and the tree symbolized a planted colony.”
Austin ran his fingers like someone reading Braille over several raised lumps under the palm tree. A female voice rang out, cutting his unspoken question short.
“How did you get in here?”
Carina stood in the doorway, an expression of disbelief on her face.