He shrugged. "Deeper pockets than yours have asked, but I’d give it to you, my dear. I’m an old man now. I don’t have the strength for it. But I can’t sell or give away what I don’t have." He chuckled dryly. "At least not to you, my brilliant student. Barbarossa will not awaken in my lifetime. Cosimo took the secret of the lost weapons to his grave when Mossad cornered his Fenris faction in Casablanca. His papers were all destroyed in the firestorm. There have been plenty of fakes over the years, but I’ve seen through them all. None ever had the marks."