which are written the words CHRISTI CALIX ‐

cup of Christ.
I have copied everything on the next pages, so
it can be easily found, when I need to look it
up. I‘m confident, that I won‘t be able to re‐
member these strange sentences and instead of
learning everything by heart, I rather write it
into this notebook.

G o d ?? Some sort of
of
Breath
mechanical device
 f aith ??
o f ir
Leap on
a
i n g
walk
The path of the Grail is inextricably bound up
with Each of the 8 cups contained one of the
elements of the sacrifice. divine draught.
The breath of God, the word of God, the
path of God ‐ the same enigmatic words that
were spoken more than a century and a half
after St. Anselm‘s death by the Franciscan friar
who knew the location of the Grail ‐ spoken as
if they were tests of some kind that he unwor‐
thy to pass.
Suddenly everything begins to connect; Both
Anselm and the friar refer to these three tests,
the Burton fragment refers to —passing the three
trials, the lost journal of Paolo of Genoa refers
to the Grail as being guarded by —lethal protec‐
tive devices, the drawing in the Anselm Manu‐
script certainly could be some sort of lethal con‐
traption! Abbess Hildegard in her vision of the
Grail heard musical notes —by which you shall
open the tomb.“ St. Anselm here speaks of the
Grail in connection with —the knight‘s tomb in
the queen of Dalmatia“ ‐ the Latin name for
the Yugoslavian coast. —The knight“ could be
the knight of the first crusade who told the
friar where the Grail was to be found.
The knight‘s tomb in the queen of
Dalmatia! I am of to Paris tomorrow, from
whence I take the Orient Express to Belgrade!

Split, Yugoslavia
November 4, 1930

This was the rashes voyage I ever

made and I would have saved lots of money
and time in not doing so. There is absolutely
nothing that points towards any queen, nor the
Grail nor any hidden temple (how should it?
The next mountain forty miles away) and if it
wouldn‘t keep me from repeat such a stupid
thing,.I would most certainly not mentions this
bust with a single word. This was quite a les‐
son first to think and second to act. I will
make the best out of it and visit the remarkable
old town of Dubrovnik before I leave again.
It seem like all these years of traveling and re‐
search have damaged my notebook to a degree,
where it starts to fall apart.
Since I don‘t like the idea of giving it to
strangers to have it re‐bound, I decided to glue
the pages back into the diary again, but I fear
that this will not be the last page.

Fortunately I found some brilliant leather con‐

ditioner for the cover, which is also slowly fal‐
ling apart.
It is called Pecards and has been pro‐
duced since 1902, which is why I don‘t un‐
derstand that I never heard of it before.
Princeton, New Jersey
October 1, 1932

Letter came from Staubig today. How ironic

that the Book of Spells of Merlin should turn
up in Dubrovnik! I would be more excited about
his discovery were it not for my bitter Disap‐
pointment of two years ago when I failed to
find any trace of the Grail in Yugoslavia. The
Merlin account of the Grail provides some con‐
nection ‐ The Aramaic inscription is identical to
the one described in the Kaffa parchment ‐ but
it leaves me no closer to finding the item that
has now eluded me for thirty‐four years.

What does it look like? I now have ten de‐

scriptions of the Grail, each one unique. Where
is it located?
 I have some almost useless maps and a cryptic
reference to a knights‘ tomb —in the queen of
Dalmatia“ that may be opened by a musical
phrase. Danke schon, Herr Staubig, but unfor‐
tunately your discovery comes under the heading
of too little, too late.

News of Junior continues to reach me

through the popular press, most recently from
Indo‐China where he is apparently in pursuit of
a jade idol —The demon monkey of Laeng‐
Tran“‐ that is said to posses some sort of
occult power.
I simply can‘t understand his obsession
with such fanciful nonsense. My God, what will
he be after next? The lost cities of Cibola?
The ark of the covenant? How could I have
raised such a son? And why must he insist
on going by that ridiculous name?
New York
December 9, 1937

What a fool I have been! I hold the have

held the key to the Grail in my hand for more
than seven years and have failed to recognize it!
Not Yugoslavia but Venice. The cryptic ref‐
erence in the Anselm manuscript should be re‐
constructed as,
EQUESTRI SEPULCRUM IN URBE RE‐
GINA MARIS DALMATIAE — The knights
tomb (is) in the queen city of the Sea of Dal‐
matia“‐ that is the Adriatic. Venice‐ the Queen
of the Adriatic‐ is where I will find the
knight‘s tomb. And within the tomb is to be
found a —marker“ that locates the Grail!
How I came by this knowledge is a tale
too long the relate in detail in my excitement of
the moment. I am in a luxury suite in the
Prague Hotel, provided by one Walter Donovan,
a wealthy industrialist and collector of antiquities
who has long been a benefactor of scholarly in‐
stitutions and museums.
He is in possession of the friar‘s chronicle‐
the friar, the one who died at Kaffa, the one
who learned of the Grail‘s location form the
150‐year‐old‐crusader, et cetera, et cetera and,
more astonishingly, of an incomplete stone tablet
which the three brothers left as a —marker“ to
seekers of the Grail. Donovan has allowed me to
make a rubbing of the partial inscription on the
tablet; but according to the friar‘s account, a
second —marker“ that may lead to the Grail is
buried with the knight‘s brother.
The knight‘s tomb!
My insight concerning Venice I have kept to
myself!
Donovan is as anxious to find this second
marker as I am; he has a great deal of money
to spend on the project, and tonight he has
asked me to lead his research team. As soon as
I can extricate myself from my obligations at
Princeton, I am to sail, no, fly ‐ to Berlin to
meet with Dr. Schneider, who will be working
on the project with me. I do not intend to
mention Venice until I am ready to depart.
Donovan may well have this Schneider begin the
investigation without me. (I‘ve never heard of
any Schneider, must ask Staubig if he knows
him.)

Besides, it will be rather embarrassing if I am

proven wrong.
But I am right. This time I am sure
of it.
Translation of the Latin text on the tablet

CHRIST... AND... YOU GAVE... (C)RUSADES...

CITY OF CHRIST... THAT WE WENT FROM...
EVERYWHERE... (oJESUS... LORD... WHOSOE‐
VER DRINKS THE WATER (obs)... I SHALL
GIVE HIM SHALL HAVE A SPRING... INSIDE
HIM WELLING UP THE ETERNAL LIFE : (IT
FLEES)... O LORD THE ARMY KING OF OUR
GODS... BLESSED THEY WHO DWELL IN
THY TEMPLE O LORD... THAT HEAR YOU
WORLD WITHOUT END : (I AM)... YOU GOD
ARE MY REFUGE : SEND FORTH... THY
LIGHT AND THY TRUTH + THEY ARE... (obs)
+ (THEY ARE) SHE LEADS ME : LEAD
ME TO... (THY) HOLY MOUNTAIN
IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU DWELL : BY...
THE NARROWNESS OF THE WAXING
MOON : WITH ONLY ONE MAN (THE BO‐
DIES)... TO THE TEMPLE OF THE SUN
WITH ALL THE MEN (TO) THE HOLY...
(obs) + WHERE THE CUP THAT HOLDS
THE BLOOD OF OUR JESUS... CHRIST
DWELLS FOREVER... (obs) WITH ALL THE
MEN (obs)
June 4, 1938

I‘m finally on my way to Berlin by air‐

plane. Unfortunately I wasn‘t able to extricate
myself from classes at Princeton earlier, so it
proved useful not to tell Donovan about Venice
before last week. To my surprise does he own
an apartment in Venice which he offered to Dr.
Schneider and me for the time of our investiga‐
tions. I will meet him in Berlin and together
we will travel to Venice. Staubig has never
heard of him before and I‘m not willing to give
information ‐ which took me 40 years of my
life to compile ‐ to unknown persons, now that
I‘m about to reach the last steps of my
quest.
Berlin, Germany
June 7, 1938

Dr. Schneider had himself excused, since he

won‘t be able to join me until next week. Un‐
fortunately the next departure for Venice is in
five days, so I agreed to meet him there. It‘s
obvious, that he tries to be ahead of me, but
I‘m confident, that this is not possible without
this diary. I spent the last days with researches
at the libraries of Berlin and could hardly be‐
lieve my eyes, when I found this picture in a
book about churches and cathedrals of Venice:
While not shown in my drawing, this is the
room that contains the stained window I traced
into my diary 26 years ago. It is found in
the church of St. Barnaba in Venice! According
to the book, the knight is no one else but Sir
Richard and it is clear that the crosses on the
shield are the same as on the stone tablet. This
proves that his shield is the second marker and
here is where the tomb of the Sir Richard is to
be found.
I can hardly wait to come to Venice and open
the tomb with the strange tunes found in
manuscript of Hildegard of Bingen. Maybe the
second marker will finally deliver me the start‐
ing point for my maps. All I need is the name
of a town or city. I am so close of ending this
quest, that it makes me crazy to wait here,
while Dr. Schneider is researching the history of
Venice and its meaning during the crusades.
Though it seems impossible to find let alone to
open ‐ the tomb without me, I feel unwell with
the fact that Venice is out of reach for me at
the moment.
While not shown in my drawing, this is the
room that contains the stained window I traced
into my diary 26 years ago. It is found in
the church of St. Barnaba in Venice!
According to the book, the knight is no one else
but Sir Richard and it is clear that the crosses
on the shield are the same as on the stone tab‐
let. This proves that his shield is the second
marker and here is where the tomb of the Sir
Richard is to be found. I can hardly wait to
come to Venice and open the tomb with the
strange tunes found in manuscript of Hildegard
of Bingen. Maybe the second marker will finally
deliver me the starting point for my maps. All
I need is the name of a town or city.
I am so close of ending this quest, that it
makes me crazy to wait here, while Dr.
Schneider is researching the history of Venice and
its meaning during the crusades.
Though it seems impossible to find let alone to
open ‐ the tomb without me, I feel unwell with
the fact that Venice is out of reach for me at
the moment.
June 13, 1938

I‘m sitting in the Boat bringing me to Venice.

I has been a tiring voyage to get here, but I
can finally see the first islands with their small
buildings and places. What a beautiful city.
It is almost dark and I fear that all churches
are closed by now, so I‘ll have the pleasure of
a bath, something to eat and a nights time of
sleep before the —great event“. I have drawn a
small map of Venice to make it easier for me
and Dr. Schneider to find the church of St.
Barnaba tomorrow.
Castle Brunwald
June 16, 1938

How naiv can a man be? I was shadowed,

seduced, betrayed and kidnapped and I should
have known it right from the beginning. Dr.
Elsa Schneider, a charming and attractive Lady
in her early twenties, awaited me at the dock
in Venice. I was blinded by her beauty and her
knowledge about the Grail story, the crusades and
the legends of King Arthur and I showed off a
little with my diary and all the clues I‘ve fol‐
lowed during the last 40 years.
We spent a wonderful evening in a little res‐
taurant close to the Piazza San Marcus and I
told her about a —big hint“ I suspected to find
in the church of St. Barnaba according to the
tomb of Sir Richard.
Later, after a walk through the streets of the
city, we found a saloon and had a drink or
two before we went back to Donovan‘s apart‐
ment, where I had left my suitcase.

The apartment is furnished niece and spacious

and equipped with several extra together with
well assorted wine shelves. The latter was used
to a certain degree and I was about to sum up
the amount I would pay Donovan to get it
filled up again, when suddenly Elsa lost her
balance and fell into my arms.
Being the gentleman that I am, I helped her to
get back to her room, when... one thing led to
another. It must have been early morning when
I woke up to hear her speaking in her sleep:
—Ja, Herr Vogel. Ich kummere mich darum.
Herr Jones wird den Gral fur uns finden.“
Suddenly everything became clear to me:
It is nothing new that Hitler is interested in
relics and everything alike and I supposed Elsa
to be a German spy with the mission to find
the Grail.
I stupid as I was, I had shown her my diary.
I laid awake the rest of the night, since I
couldn‘t move without waking her up and I
couldn‘t risk to be withdrawn from circulation
as long as I had the diary in my possession.
The very next day, she insisted to visit the
church of St. Barnaba, to find that —clue“,
which I had to agree to if I didn‘t want to
reveal myself.
When we reached the church she realised that the
window was the same as in my diary and I
started to act as if I were studying the room,
while I though about how to get rid of her.
After some minutes I asked her if she could
fetch an old map of the city from the map
room of the church, that by coincidence had been
converted into a library.
As soon as she left me, I stole away, out of
the church heading for the next post office,
where I sent my diary as far away as I
could: to Junior. Right after that I went back
to the church, in the hope that my absence
hadn‘t been noticed, but even before I reached it,
some German speaking gentlemen with the look of
a cupboard caught me up and I was kidnapped
to this castle where I‘m prisoned now and
where I have to write on this terrible paper in‐
stead of my diary. I hope for God‘s sake that
Junior received it and that he eighter throws it
into the next chimney or ‐ and that would fit
his reputation even better ‐ is about to find the
grail and get it out of harm‘s way.
Train to Iskenderun, Turkey
June 29, 1938

My notebook is finally back in my pos‐

session and apart from a quite special signature
I would gladly miss and some pages that were
ripped out(!) it looks as always.
Alexandretta is the name of the city I
have been searching for so long. Junior was able
to open the knights tomb and read the inscrip‐
tion on Sir Richard‘s shield before it went the
way of the dodo ‐ as he described it later.
Though Alexandretta was completely destroyed
during the crusades, the current city Iskenderun
was built on the ruins.
Junior came to Castle Brunwald to free
me and that was the moment where things went
completely out of control: it was less than one
hour after Junior came —flying“ through my
closed window, when three people were shot and
thanks to Junior‘s unfounded trust in Elsa we
were bound up like meat stock.
But the biggest surprise ‐ apart from Junior
being so stupid to bring my notebook with him
‐ was Donovan, who unrevealed himself as the
worst rat I‘ve ever met. Castle Brunwald was
set on fire (oops!) and I found myself in the
sidecar of a motorcycle in the middle of a dar‐
ing race, were Junior proved himself to be a
brilliant knight. After a little trip to Berlin ‐
where I obtained the signature mentioned above,
we continued our voyage via zeppelin, where
Junior made an excellent entrance as ticket in‐
spector. Just when we thought that things had
calmed down again, we escaped the zeppelin with
a small airplane, in which we were shot at.
This is the first time that people were actually
trying to kill me!
 Our flight went on by car, but only for a
very short time. All this took place in a period
of only two days and alone the thought of
what the Grail temple might look like after Jun‐
ior‘s appearance, gives me the creeps. At least
he can‘t destroy the train he insisted to use.

I don‘t know about Marcus, but I hope he‘s

alright. He will probably wait for us with
Salah, a friend of Junior, at the railway station
of Iskenderun and together we will try to save
the Grail from the army of darkness. I can
only hope that we are worthy to —feel the
breathe of God and live, to tread upon the word
of God and be saved,
and to walk the path of God and not tumble
into the abyss.“
Epilogue Princeton, New Jersey
September 4, 1938

I have considered to destroy this notebook

for fear of it falling into wrong hands again,
but now that it is impossible to gain access to
the Grail, even if one would know where to
look for it, I keep it as a memento for me
and a warning for those who seek to find the
Grail.
I have spent forty years of my life to ful‐
fill a quest that was planned from a higher
power and I have been rewarded plenty. Wolfram
von Eschenbach was right, when he claimed, that
the Grail could only be found through true love
and that is why I failed in reaching the goal of
my quest through all these years. It was only
when I laid on the floor of the Grail temple,
after I was shot by Donovan,
 that I could let go. My only concerns were
with Junior on his way through the traps of
this temple. And that was when I ‐ through
Junior—reached the Grail.
I can not explain the experiences I made, but it
was as if I was with him all the time. I re‐
member Marcus and Salah starring at me with
a strange expression of worries when I said, that
in Latin Iehova starts with an —I“. Now that
I‘m back where I belong, I physically feel as if
I were yet in my early thirties, still psychical I
am the same as always.Marcus complained about
insomnia before he started to work up to twenty
hours a day. Yet I have never seen him as
brilliant as now. Junior is of to China and he
still insist on that ridiculous name, but our re‐
lationship hasn‘t been this cordial for decades
and I hope it won‘t take further twenty years,
before we have the next drink together.
 Seen at the same time as

Cup held by knight at the 2nd (Pillar?) from Left Drawing I

made before passing through the rock obstacle at the far end of
the window illustration

the valley. You can go ten or eleven paces.

The Grail had become
firmly identified as
the cup of the Last
Supper and in
which Christ's blood
had been caught
Robert de Baron was the first of
this ??? writers to add signifi‐
cantly to the Corpus and by the
time his Joseph d'Arimathie ap‐
peared in about 1190
The Grail had many precursors and takes
many forms before it becomes identified with
a chalice.

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Document created by Martin Kloft ,
The Netherlands (2004)

m.kloft@chello.nl

Based on the text by Marc Kitter,

Germany.

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