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“Tell me more,” said Rogers. He was becoming fascinated by this little dervish of a man.

“Yes, certainly,” said Amin. “Consider the Shiites. People imagine that the most powerful Shiite leader in the world is the Shah of Iran. Why not? He is the Shah of Shahs! He has money and palaces and tanks! But the reality is entirely different. The Shah rules at the sufferance of a humble man in Najf, who is the highest authority in Shiite Islam. He leads the ayatollahs of the Ulema, the Shiite religious council. If the ayatollahs ever decide to make trouble for the Shah, then poof! He is finished. Do you begin to understand what I mean by occult power?”

“I’m beginning to,” said Rogers. “But I would like another example. What about the Lebanese Christians? What is the hidden power that guides their decisions?”

An uneasy look came over Amin’s face. Rogers immediately wished he hadn’t asked the question. The young man’s hands fidgeted on the table and his eyes darted back and forth between Rogers and Fares.

“I cannot talk about that,” he said, shaking his head.

The meeting lasted thirty more minutes, but the young man had become wary. Rogers played for time by asking him simple questions: Where was he from? Where had he gone to school? Where did he work? Amin gave polite, cautious answers. When he opened his clenched palms, they were covered with sweat.

“We’ve talked enough for today,” said Fares. He suggested that the three get together again in two weeks. Amin nodded his head almost imperceptibly.

Before the next session, Fares spent several hours alone with Amin. Calming him, reassuring him, coaxing him. Fares felt like a doctor treating a patient who has been so traumatized by an event that he can’t bear to discuss it. They arrived together at the safe-house, doctor and patient.

“I think that Amin is ready to tell us more about la puissance occulte today,” said Fares. “Isn’t that right, Amin?” The young Lebanese nodded.

“Please tell our American friend about the organization that you joined in East Beirut.”

Gently, gently, said Rogers to himself. The curtains were closed and the lights were dim.

“Yes, I will tell you about the group,” said Amin. “Not all about it, but some.”

Rogers nodded and the young man began.

“The name of the group is Al-Jabha. The name is supposed to be secret.”

“Al-Jabha?” asked Rogers.

“Yes,” said Amin Shartouni.

“And what does that mean?” asked Rogers. He knew the answer, but that wasn’t the point.

“It means ‘The Front,’ said Shartouni.

Rogers nodded. He believed that interrogations had a kind of rhythm. Make someone answer a first question, and then a second, and a kind of rhythm develops, like a trance.

“Please continue,” said Rogers.

“Al-Jabha was founded sometime in the late 1960s, I don’t know when. I don’t even know who founded it. Once I asked the man who recruited me and he just laughed.

“What did he say?”

“ ‘Les cinq illustres inconnus!’ The five illustrious unknowns. A doctor, several lawyers, an engineer, an insurance man. All professional people. But he wouldn’t tell me their names. His tone of voice made me think there must be others-bigger and more powerful-behind these people.”

“How were you recruited into the organization?” asked Rogers.

“It happened gradually. First I heard from one of the other students at St. Joseph about a group that was training people how to use weapons in case of trouble with the Palestinians. Then a friend from my neighborhood in Ashrafiyeh approached me. He said that I should do something for Lebanon and told me about the organization. When I said I was interested, he took me to meet a man who owned a bookstore near my house. This man told me that Al-Jabha had been watching me for some time and asked if I was interested. I said yes.”

“And what happened then?” asked Rogers. Gently, gently.

“He gave me a number-611-and said that from then on that was my only identification in the group. He said I should never write the number down. Just memorize it. The bookstore owner’s number was 138. My friend’s number was 457. We were a cell, the three of us. That was it! I was in. There were no meetings, no papers, nothing.”

“Tell us about your training,” said Fares.

“It started right away. The bookstore owner told me to be ready the next Saturday. He said I should go to the Sin el-Fil roundabout and look for a car that had on the rear window a map of Lebanon and the words: ‘Lebanon for the Lebanese.’ He said I should follow this car up into the mountains.”

“Was that a slogan of the group?” asked Rogers.

“Yes,” said Amin.

“Were there other slogans?”

“Yes. There was one other. ‘The first responsibility is to the nation. Everything else comes second.’ ”

“And where did you go from Sin el-Fil?”

“We went deep into Kesrouan, to an abandoned convent in a remote valley that I had never seen before. We were very far up the mountain, and completely hidden from outsiders. As we got near the training site, the road signs were covered over with paper so that we couldn’t be sure where we were.”

Rogers nodded. Come on, come on.

“There were about forty people there. They seemed to have come from all over Lebanon. I thought I recognized a few faces-one from school and another from the law faculty-but I didn’t say anything to them because it was supposed to be secret. There was an instructor-his number was 808-who drilled us in hand-to-hand combat and taught us to shoot automatic rifles. It was like the Boy Scouts, except it was more serious.”

Rogers nodded again. Fares sat close by, puffing his pipe.

“We met like that each Saturday for the next six weeks, each time following a car to that hidden place in the mountains. I would tell my parents that I was going hunting.”

“Did they believe you?”

“At first they did. To keep up my alibi, I would stop on the way home and buy some birds that somebody else had shot. Eventually I think they realized something was going on. But they never said anything, not even to this day.”

“What did the instructor tell you was the purpose of Al-Jabha?” asked Rogers.

“During the first six weeks, they just talked in general terms about fighting the Palestinians. They said that foreigners were trying to take over our country and change its identity so that it would be like the rest of the Arab world. It was always in terms of Lebanese against foreigners, but we knew what the instructors meant.”

“What did they mean?” asked Rogers.

“That the Palestinians were Moslems and they wanted to kill the Christians.”

Fares now sat forward in his chair. He had been through this debriefing once already, without Rogers, and it had stopped at this point. They were now about to cover new ground. He wondered if the frightened young Lebanese would continue.

“What happened later in the training?” asked Rogers gently. Amin looked warily at Fares.

“What happened later?” repeated Rogers.

“There was another kind of training,” said Amin.

“And what was it?”

“After the first round, the instructor-202-took me aside and said that he wanted me to enter a special course for the inner circle of the group.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I said that I would. I was very flattered that he asked me. It seemed like a very great honor. It was only in this later training that it became clear to me what the group was doing. That was when I began to understand about occult power. You see this secret organization-Al-Jabha-was really just a cover for another, even more secret group.”

“What was the more secret group called?”

“It was called ‘The Guardians of the Mountain.’ ”

“Can you tell us about this inner group?” asked Fares.