Megalos smiles. "Oh, Kyriakos. You are the omphalos, the Hierophant. It is your task to conduct the celebrants to the Chamber of Isis, that was Athena’s gift to the sons and daughters of what is now called Egypt, and was taken to contain the tears of the Mother of Christ by the milksop children of Rome. You are the path between us, between man and God, and the meeting will be there, in that place, where all things may be done or undone. It is the fulcrum—what Pythagoras called the thumb of the universe. You shall shed blood in the chamber, and your part in this shall end. You and I will go our separate ways—you with my money, and I with your shark."