used all his influence for them.
At unexpected moments of the day, Debra would send out an urgent signal,
and David would fetch her in a taxi at the University and they would
hell across town, urging on the driver, to inspect the latest offering.
The last of these reminded David of a movie set from Lawrence of Arabia
complete with a dispirited palm tree out front, a spectacular display of
bright laundry hanging from every balcony and window, and all the sounds
and smells of an Arab camel market and a nursery-school playground at
recess rising from the courtyard.
There were two rooms and an alleged bathroom. The roses and wreathes of
the wallpaper had faded, except in patches where hangings had protected
their original pristine virulent colouring.
David pushed open the door of the bathroom and, without entering,
inspected the raggedy linoleum floorcovering and the stained and chipped
bath tub; then pushing the door further he discovered the toilet bowl
festering quietly in the gloom with its seat set at a rakish angle like
the halo of a drunken angel.
You and Joe could work on it, Debra suggested uncertainly. It's not
really that bad. David shuddered, and closed the door as though it were
the lid of a coffin.
You're joking, of course, he said, and Debra's determinedly bright smile
cracked and her lip quivered. Oh, David, we are never going to find a
place! 'And I can't wait much longer. 'Nor can I, admitted Debra.
Right. David rubbed his hands together briskly. It's time to send in
the first team.
He was not sure what form the presence of Morgan Group would take in
Jerusalem, but he found it listed in the business directory under Morgan
Industrial Financeand the Managing Director was a large mournful-looking
gentleman named Aaron Cohen who had a suite of offices in the Leumi Bank
building opposite the main post office. He was overcome with emotion to
discover that one of the Morgan family had been ten days in Jerusalem
without his knowledge.
David told him what he wanted, and in twenty hours he had it signed and
paid for. Paul Morgan picked his executives with care, and Cohen was an
example of this attention. The price David must pay for this service
was that Paul Morgan would have a full report of David's transaction,
present whereabouts and future plans on his desk the next morning, but
it was worth it.
Above the Hinnom canyon, facing Mount Zion with its impressive array of
spires, the Montefiore quarter was being rebuilt as an integrated whole
by some entrepreneur. All of it was clad in the lovely golden Jerusalem
stone, and the designs of the houses were traditional and ageless.
However, the interiors were lavishly modernized with tall cool rooms,
mosaic -tiled bathrooms, and ceilings arched like those of a crusader
church. Most of them had their own walled and private terraces. The
one that Aaron Cohen procured for David was the pick of those that
fronted Malik Street. The price was astronomical. That was the first
question that Debra asked, once she had recovered her voice. She stood
stunned upon the terrace beneath the single olive tree. The stone of
the terrace had been cut and polished until it resembled old ivory, and
she ran her fingers lightly over the carved front door. Her voice was
hushed and her expression bemused.
David! David! How much is this going to cost?
That's not important. What is important is whether you like it. It's
too beautiful. It's too much, David. We can't afford this. It's paid
for already Paid for? She stared at him. How much, David? 'If I said
half a million Israeli pounds or a million, what difference would it
make? It's only money. She clapped her hands over her ears. No! she
cried. Don't tell me! I'd feel so guilty I wouldn't be able to live in
it. Oh, so! You are actually consenting to live in it. 'Try me, she
said with emphasis. You just try me, lover? They stood in the central
room that opened on to the terrace, and although it was light and airy
enough for the savage heat of summer that was coming, it smelled now of
new paint and varnished woodwork.
What are we going to do about furniture? David asked.
Furniture? Debra repeated. I hadn't thought that far ahead. For what
I have in mind, we'll need at least one kingsize bed.
Sex-maniac, she said, and kissed him.
No modern furniture looked at home under the domed roof, or upon the
stone-flagged floors. So they began to furnish from the bazaars and
antique shops.
Debra solved the main problem with the discovery in a junk yard of an
enormous brass bedstead from which they scraped the accumulated dirt;
they polished it until it glowed, fitted it with a new inner-spring
mattress, and covered it with a cream-coloured lace bedspread from
Debra's bottom drawer.
They purchased kelim and woven woollen rugs by the bale from the Arab
dealers in the old city, and scattered them thickly upon the stone
floors, with leather cushions to sit upon and a low olive-wood table,
inlaid with ebony and mother of pearl, to eat off. The rest of the
furniture would come when they could find it for sale, or, failing that,
have it custom-made by an Arab cabinet-maker that Debra knew of. Both
the bed and the table were enormously heavy, and they needed muscle to
move them, so they called for Joe. He and Hannah arrived in his tiny
Japanese compact, and after they had recovered from the impact of the
Morgan palace they fell to work enthusiastically with David supervising.
Joe grunted and heaved, while Hannah disappeared with Debra into the
modern American kitchen to exclaim with envy and admiration over the
washing-machine, dryer, dish-washer and all the other appliances that
went with the house. She helped to cook the first meal.
David had laid in a case of Goldstar beer, and after their labours they
all gathered about the olive-wood table to warm the house and wet the
roof.
David had expected Joe to be a little reserved, after all it was his
baby sister who was being set up in a fancy house; but Joe was as
natural as ever and enjoyed the beer and the company so well that Hannah
had to intervene at last. It's late, she said firmly.
Late? asked Joe. It's only nine o'clock. 'On a night like tonight,
that's late. 'What do you mean? Joe looked puzzled. Joseph Mordecai,
diplomat extraordinary, Hannah said with heavy sarcasm, and suddenly
Joe's expression changed as he glanced from Debra to David guiltily,
swallowed his beer in a single gulp, and hoisted Hannah to her feet by
one arm.
Come on, he said. What are we sitting here for? David left the terrace
lights burning, and they shone through the slats of the shuttered
windows, so the room was softly lit, and the sounds from the outside
world were so muted by distance and stone walls as to be a mere murmur
that drifted from afar, and seemed rather to accentuate their aloneness
than to spoil it.
The brass of the bedstead gleamed softly in the gloom, and the ivory
lacework of the bedspread smelled of lavender and moth balls.
He lay upon the bed and watched her undress slowly, conscious of his
eyes upon her and shy now as she had never been before.
Her body was slim and with a flowing line of waist and leg, young and
tender-looking, with a child's awkward grace, and yet with a womanly
thrust of hip and bosom.
She came to sit upon the'edge of the bed, and he marvelled once again at