An hour passed, and Philip was already fighting to stay awake. A shadow loomed over him, and he opened his eyes to see Ali Hejaz.
"I think it is ironic that you should die this way, don't you? You wanted to live under our sun and make Yasir happy, so it is only fitting that you die under our sun. It is not a pleasant way to die. Your tongue will swell. But I do not want you to choke to death too soon. You will be given enough water to prevent that. You will suffer long, as the sun bakes you alive. And if you thought of staying awake this night and sleeping through your suffering tomorrow, I will have to disappoint you. I drugged your wine slightly, and you will sleep tonight." Ali laughed as he put an end to Philip's only hope. "You look surprised, Abu. But, as you see, I have thought of everything. Yes, you will be awake tomorrow when the sun rises. Have a pleasant night, Abu. It will be your last." With that, he left Philip to his thoughts.
Philip pulled against the ropes with all his strength, but there was no hope for escape. He slept.
Chapter Seventeen
THE pain in his eyes brought Philip awake. When he opened them, he stared directly into the late morning sun and was blinded for a minute. He wondered for a moment why he had slept outside, until he tried to rise and felt the pain in his shoulders.
So—the sun was already doing its work, he thought when he looked down at his burned chest and arms. At least Hejaz had been wrong about one thing—he had not been awake to see the sun rise. Philip lay perfectly still.
The sun was directly above him now. Philip's tongue felt foreign in his mouth, like a piece of dry cloth. The sweat baked from his body hurt him as it rolled over burned skin. How long could he last? He forced himself to think of pleasant things and lost himself in thoughts of Christina.
Philip heard a voice calling Mm from a distance, pulling him out of his unconsciousness as it became louder. He opened his eyes with an effort to see Ali Hejaz standing beside him. He tried to speak, but his mouth was too dry and his lips were cracked and blistered.
"So—you are still alive. You must have a strong desire to live." Ali turned to the guard standing beside him. "Give him a few drops of water, but no more."
The guard dribbled a few drops of water into Philip's mouth, and Ali said, "Tomorrow morning should finish you off. If you still live, I will have one of my men kill you, because we must break camp tomorrow and move on. The water here is running low. I would take you with me and stake you out again, but your tribesmen will come searching for you soon. You will die tomorrow, one way or the other. Pleasant dreams, Abu."
The sun went down, but Philip was still on fire. The water he had been given had only teased his senses. He thought of Christina lying only a few feet away from him in Hejaz's tent At least she was sleeping through this nightmare. But she might enjoy seeing him roasted alive. After all, she hated him. Well, soon she would be back with her brother, as she'd always wanted.
The moon was high when Philip sensed a presence beside Mm. "The camp is finally asleep, but we must be quiet to give no alarm," the man whispered as he bent down beside Philip. "I am Amair Abdalla, brother to Amine who lives in your camp. I beg you to forgive my father and me for our part in this. My father is an old man and only wished to see an end to our sheik's hatred and to see his daughter once again. He realizes now it was wrong to capture your woman. She did not deserve to suffer, nor did you. I will rub a salve onto your skin now. You must not cry out."
Philip's body jerked when the cooling grease touched his skin. He fought back screams as the man worked the salve into his chest and face.
"I would have set you free last night, only you were too heavily drugged. The salve will draw some of the pain after a while," Amair said. He wiped the grease from his hands.
He cut the ropes, pulled Philip to his feet, and handed him a canteen of water. Philip drank sparingly.
"I have your horse waiting in the shadows," said Amair. "The woman is still drugged and will not be able to ride by herself. I will get her presently. Can you talk?"
Philip drank more of the water and was able to whisper hoarsely, "What will happen—"
"My father will meet with the elders in the morning, before Sheik Ali awakes. They will stop Ali from seeking you again, and they will protect me from him. I pray you understand that I was ordered to take the woman. I did not like doing so, but I had no choice. Can you forgive me?"
"You are welcome in my camp," Philip returned.
"I will get your woman now. You have five hours before the sun rises. You should be able to wear your robe by then."
Amair went to the side of the tent and slit it with his knife. He crawled inside and a moment later emerged with Christina in his arms. He put her down beside Philip and went to get the horse.
Amair helped Philip onto Victory, then set Christina in front of him. "Will you be able to ride?"
"I'll have to," Philip said.
Amair walked the horse silently out of the sleeping camp. "I wish you a long and fruitful life, Sheik Abu. Allah be with you."
"Farewell, my friend. I owe you my life," Philip whispered. He urged Victory into a canter and headed toward home.
Philip felt excruciating pain with every movement of the horse, but the salve begain to help after a while. Oddly enough, he could not hate Ali Hejaz. He pitied the man for living with his own hatred for so many years.
Philip thanked God he was still alive. He would heal soon, and he had Christina back. Yes, he had everything to be thankful for.
If only Christina would grow to love him, he would be the happiest man alive. But he couldn't push her. If he declared his love now, she would only laugh. No, he must win her love slowly. He would be patient now that she was with him again.
Christina's mind slowly cleared, and she realized that she was on a moving horse.
It was daylight She could see the horse's neck and the desert before her. She remembered a desert camp, a meal, and drinking some wine, but nothing more. How did she get on this horse? Where was she being taken now?
She had to escape. She had to get back to Philip. Chris* tina threw her leg over the horse's neck and fell forward onto the sand. The man groaned when she pushed against him, but she didn't care. She scrambled to her feet and started to run.
"Christina!"
Christina stopped. She couldn't believe it. Philip had come for her and was taking her home. She screamed his name and swung around.
"Oh, my Godl" She gasped when she saw his blistered face.
"That's exactly what I said when I first saw you, but I don't want to explain now. Please get back on the horse, Tina, I'm anxious to get home."
"But Philip, your face is—"
"I can imagine what I must look like," Philip interrupted her. "But have you seen your own face yet? Neither of us is quite—ah—recognizable, but we will heal. Come on, Tina."
Christina managed to mount in front of Philip without any help. She was confused and worried about his condition. How had he been burned so badly? At least they were together, and she thanked God for it
An hour later, they rode into camp and were greeted by an assortment of surprised and shocked faces. Christina and Philip were helped down from the horse. Amine rushed forward crying and embraced Christina tenderly.
"I thought you were dead—we all did. And when Sheik Abu did not return, we thought that he had been killed trying to save you. But your face—oh, Christina, does it hurt? How did this happen?" Amine asked. She clasped Christina's hands tightly. "And Sheik Abu—he is burned so badly."