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we flew right over the Sea of Marmara and down the Dardanelles, along the Gallipoli peninsula and then south over the strait towards Troy. You would have heard us, about mid-morning. The pilot’s a military history buff and gave me a running commentary on the 1915 Gallipoli campaign. Then as we flew over the plain of Troy it was like we were war-gaming Homer. Brilliant. After that we flew west and dropped down on Seaquest II for lunch, before coming here.’
    ‘What’s the mood on board?’
    ‘Optimistic. Very optimistic. I didn’t see Jack because he was in the chamber decompressing after a dive, but everyone was upbeat. You know they found a Byzantine shipwreck? Not what Jack wanted, but encouraging. The crew thinks he’s on to something else, he’s seen something more down there he’s not letting on about. He thinks he keeps these things secret, but the crew can tell. Those Napoleonic-period captains Maria talked about? Seaquest II ’s crew have the same kind of faith in Jack that those naval crews had in their captains. They also know him a lot better than he thinks. They even call him Lucky Jack.’
    ‘He’s been called that as long as I’ve known him.’ Dillen smiled. ‘I was too young to serve in the Second World War, but the schoolmaster who taught me Greek had fought through North Africa and Europe with the SAS. He told me that in a tight unit, a soldier can always tell when their leader’s on to something, a kind of sixth sense, like a hunter knowing his dog has sensed prey before the dog has made a move.’
    ‘Jack was in the navy, of course.’
    ‘As a diver, special forces. But it was only a short-service commission, at the end of his undergraduate degree. He always wanted to be an archaeologist, but he had a strong feeling for keeping up his family tradition in the navy. Howards were there all the way, from the Spanish Armada to the Napoleonic Wars and beyond.’
    ‘Military training has stood him in good stead,’ Jeremy said.
    ‘He’s a scholar and an adventurer, not a warrior. Too much of a maverick for peacetime soldiering, that’s what my old teacher Hugh said about Jack. Wouldn’t be any good at taking orders from people he doesn’t respect. He’s his own boss. But he’s got a hard edge, and I wouldn’t want to put him in a corner. Or threaten anyone dear to him. I’ve always felt that. And when he makes a decision, he’ll stick to it.’
    ‘You might want to hear Maria’s views on that.’ Jeremy squatted down, picked up a small sherd of blackened pottery and rubbed a finger over the burnished surface, then looked round him. ‘So you think this room’s late Bronze Age, the time of the Trojan War?’
    Dillen nodded enthusiastically, and knelt down beside Jeremy. ‘It’s very similar to houses built just inside the eastern rampart of Troy VII, Homeric Troy. But I think this one was grander. The view over the plain would have been magnificent. It may even have been part of the palace. That’s my pet theory. The only surviving part of the palace that once capped the citadel. What do you think?’
    ‘King Priam’s palace,’ Jeremy murmured. ‘That’s a hell of a shout line. Distinguished Homeric scholar joins old student’s dig and three days later discovers the lost palace of King Priam of Troy . Maybe this was the very room where his son Paris kept Helen after abducting her from Greece. Maybe we’re standing right in the crucible of the whole legend.’
    ‘Maybe we are,’ Dillen said quietly. ‘In more ways than you might imagine. You’ll be amazed. I’ve got some incredible stuff to show you. A few more radical theories. But first things first.’
    ‘Go on.’
    ‘The house is built in typical Troy fashion, a socle of stone with the upper storey made of flat sun-dried mud brick. A few courses of brick survive, over there, baked red by the fire that left that charred mass. Maurice thinks that’s the remains of a beacon fire. Can you believe it? A beacon fire