‘I’ve been thinking about that too. But I’ve found no relationship between what was written in the text and any cedars.’
The Irishman nodded while smiling, satisfied that he was not the only one confused by that riddle.
‘I thought it might be a place where there was a forest or a cedar-lined road,’ I replied. ‘But I’ve been unable to find any map that could corroborate this. To complicate things even more, it speaks of a light that illuminates the way.’
‘Get to the point,’ he said sullenly.
‘When we arrived at the mission of Father O'Callaghan and I saw the children playing, I remembered spending the evenings in a cedar forest.’
The Irishman looked at me blankly.
‘It’s not a geographical place,’ I added euphorically. ‘It’s the cedar wood rod that contains the parchment. There’s an en
