Sorry Walsh stood up. "I am sorry too. Perhaps next time, Harper."
He clasped his hands behind his back and stalked to the door. As he
opened it, Nicholas called after him.
"Mr Walsh!'
He turned back eagerly. "Yes?"
"Next time you may call me Nicholas, and I shall call you Peter, as old
friends."
"Is that all you have to say?"
"Of course. What else is there?" Nicholas looked puzzled.
"Damn you," said Walsh, and came back to the table.
He dropped into his chair. "Damn you to hell and back!" He sighed and
pursed his lips, and then asked, "Okay.
How do you want it?"
"Two irrevocable bank drafts. Each for fifteen million." Walsh picked up
the intercom, and spoke into it.
"Please ask Monsieur Montfleuri, your chief accountant, to come up here"
he ordered dolefully.
Nicholas sat at his desk in his study at Quenton Park. He stared at the
panelling that covered the wall facing him. Although the panelling had
originally come from one of the Catholic abbeys dissolved by Henry VIII
in 1536 and had been bought by his grandfather almost a hundred years
ago, it was newly installed in this setting.
He reached under the top of his desk and pressed the hidden button of
the electronic control. A section of the panelling slid smoothly and
silently aside to reveal the armoured plate glass of the display cabinet
built into the wall behind it. At the same time the spotlights in the
ceiling lit automatically, and their beams fell on the contents of the
cabinet. The spots had been placed so that there was no reflection from
the glass window to distract the eye, and the beams brought out the full
glory of the double crown and the golden death-mask of Mamose.
He poured whisky into a crystal glass, and while he sipped it he
savoured the thrill of ownership. But after a while he knew there was
something missing. He picked up the Taita ushabd from the desk in front
of him, and spoke to it as though he were addressing the subject
himself.
"You knew the real meaning of loneliness, didn't you?" he asked softly.
"You knew what it was like to love someone you could never have."
He set down the statuette and picked up the telephone. He dialled an
international number and it rang three times before a man answered in
Arabic.
"This is the office of the Director of Antiquities. How may I help you?"
"Is Dr Al Simma available?" he asked in the same language.
"Please hold the line. I am putting you through!
"Dr Al Simma." Her voice sent an electric thrill down his spine.
"Royan," he said, and he could sense her shock in the long silence that
followed.
"You!" she whispered. 11 did not think I would ever hear from you
again."
"I just rang to congratulate you on your appointment."
"You cheated me," she said. "You switched the contents of three of the
crates."
"As a wise man once said, friends are the easiest to cheat they don't
expect it. You, of all people, should know the truth of that, Royan."
"You have sold them, of course. I have heard a rumour that Peter Walsh
paid twenty million." 4- "Thirty million," Nicholas corrected her. "But
only for the blue and the Nemes. Even as I speak to you, the red and
white crown and the death-mask repose before me."
"So now you can pay off your Lloyd's insurance losses.
You must be very relieved."
"You won't believe this, but the Lloyd's syndicate on which I am a Name
has come up with much better results than were forecast. I wasn't really
broke after all."
"As my mother would say, "Bully for you."' "Half of it has already gone
to Mek Nimmur and Tessay."
"At least that is a good cause." Her tone tingled with hostility. "Is
that all you called to tell me?"
"No. There's something else that might amuse you.
Your favourite author, Wilbur Smith, has agreed to write the story of
our discovery of the tomb. He is calling the book The Seventh ScroU. It
should be published early next year. I will send you a signed copy."
"I hope he gets his facts straight this time," she said drily.
They were both silent for a while, before Royan broke it "I have a
mountain of work in front of me. If there is nothing else on your mind-'
"As a matter of fact there is."
"Yes?"
"I would like you to marry me."
He heard her draw breath sharply, and then after a long pause she asked
softly, "Why would you want anything so unlikely?"
"Because I have come to realize how much I love you." She was silent
again, and then she said in a small voice, "All right."
"What do you mean, "All right'T
"I mean, all right, I will marry you."
"Why would you agree to anything so unlikely?" he asked.
"Because I have come to realize, despite everything, how much I love you
back."
"There is an Air Egypt flight from Heathrow at 5.30 this afternoon. If I
drive like fury, I may just make it. But it gets me into Cairo rather
late."
"I will be waiting at the airport, no matter how late."
"I am on my way!" Nicholas hung up, and went to the door, but suddenly
he turned back and picked up the the Taita ushabti from the desk.
"Come on, you old rogue." He laughed triumphantly.
"You are going home, as a wedding gift."
EPILOGUE
which, -in the mauve evening.
They strolled along the corn Below them the Nile ran on eternally green
and slow and inscrutable, disposing of the secrets of the ages. At the
bank, below the ruins of the temple of point on the river once the great
barge of Pharaoh Ramesses at Luxor, where Mamose had docked with Taita
and his beloved mistress upon her prow, they paused for a while and
leaned upon ining wall. They gazed out to the coping of the stone reta
the darkening hills across the river. the funerary temple Time had long
since obliterated other' kings had and the great causeway of Mamose, and
ver the foundations. No man built their own monuments red the tomb that
he had never occupied, had ever discover ted close to the secret opening
but it must have been situa gh which Duraid Al Simma. had entered in the
rock thrOu ered there the scrolls of Taita the tomb of Lostris and
discover in their alabaster jars.
silent in the gathering dusk, the'
All four of them were firm friendship. They watched a cruise shared
silence the tourists clustered upon boat pass coming upriver wi her
decks, still agog after ten days of voyaging from Cairo on these
enigmatic waters, pointing out to each other the great pylons and
engraved walls of Ramesses temple, their ntial in the hush of th all and
inconseque excited voices sm desert evening slipped her arm through
Tessay's and Then Royan alked on ahead. They made a lovely pair, the two
women wand honey-skinned, their laughter gay slim and young ads ruffling
in the sultry Puffs Of and sweet, their dark he and Mek immur Saharan
air off the desert. Nichola followed them, each watching his own woman
fondly as they bantered.
"So now you are one of the fatcats, in Addis, you, the hard man, the
bush fighter, you are now a politician. I can hardly believe it, mek.,
"There is a time to fight and a time to make peace." Mek was serious for