"What could have been his motive? I believe he tried to kill me in the Temple one day."
"But how could your death possibly profit him?"
"It's so mysterious."
"There was Theodosia. Do you think that was Leopold Harding?"
"No, that was the Pasha and his servants."
"The Pasha!"
"One of the workmen . . . Yasmin's lover . . . warned me. Yasmin was discovered in the tomb and they killed her. She was there on the day the Pasha came to us. You remember the Feast of the Nile."
"Good God, Judith. We're in a maze of intrigue."
"Theodosia's death could have been anyone's death. She was the unfortunate one. The bridge had been tampered with because the Pasha wanted a victim. It didn't matter which."
"But the Pasha has helped us."
"He wants us out of this place. It may well be that he will attempt to kill another of us."
Tybalt came in and sitting on my bed regarded me anxiously.
"You've been tiring Judith," he accused Hadrian.
I reveled in his concern but insisted that I was not tired and that we had been talking of Leopold Harding and the Pasha and once again looking for a reason why this attempt had been made on my life.
Tybalt said: "In the first place Harding must have known something about the layout of the ground."
"He had been there on several occasions," I reminded him.
"He knew too much. He must have acquired the knowledge from somewhere."
"It is certain," I said, "that Leopold Harding was not what he seemed. Tybalt, I wonder if that boy, Yasmin's lover, knows anything. It was he who told me that the Pasha wanted to drive us away."
"We'll send for him," said Tybalt.
"On some pretext," I warned. "No one must know that he is suspected of helping us. How can we be sure who is watching us."
The boy stood before us. We had decided that I should be the one who questioned him because I had won his confidence.
"Tell me what you know of Leopold Harding," I said.
The manner in which he looked over his shoulder assured me that he knew something.
"He comes at times to Egypt, Lady."
"He has been here often then? What else?"
"He is friend of the Pasha. Pasha give him beautiful things."
"What beautiful things?"
"All beautiful things. Jewels, stones, furniture ... all kinds. Leopold Harding goes away and comes back to the Pasha."
"He is a servant of the Pasha then?"
The boy nodded.
"Thank you," I said. "You have served me well."
"You very good lady," he said. "You good to Yasmin. You were shut in the tomb." His big dark eyes filled with horror.
"But I came out," I said.
"You very great wise lady. You and the great Sir will go back to the land of the rain. There you will live in peace and joy."
"Thank you," I said. "You have done me good service."
Dr. Gunwen arrived. He sat by my bed and talked to me. I asked how Dorcas and Alison were and he said: "Making preparations for your return."
I laughed.
"Yes, I'm going to prescribe an immediate return. I've spoken to your husband. I want you to be back there . . .a nice long rest in the country you know well. Help the rector's wife with the bazaar and jam-making sessions."
"It sounds wonderful," I said.
"Yes, get away from these foreign parts for a bit. I think then I shall be able to pronounce an immediate cure. There's nothing wrong with you, you know. Only that sort of incarceration can have a devastating effect. I think you're strong minded enough to suffer fewer ill effects than most."
"Thanks," I said. "Ill live up to that."
"Tybalt," I said, "we're going home."
"Yes," he answered. "Doctor's orders."
"Well, the expedition was over, wasn't it?"
"It's over," he said.
I lay against him and thought of green fields. It would be autumn now and the trees would be turning golden brown. The apple tree in Rainbow Cottage would be laden with russets and the pears would be ready for gathering. Dorcas and Alison would be fussing about the size of the plums.
I felt an inexpressible longing for home. I would turn Giza House into the home I wanted it to be. Darkness should be banished. I never wanted darkness again. I would have bright colors everywhere.
I said: "It will be wonderful to be home with you."
Now that I was well and we were making our preparations I learned more of what had happened.
Mustapha and Absalam had disappeared. Had they heard my explanations of how I suspected the Pasha? There was more than that. There was great excitement because in that narrow passage, which I had stumbled into and which they had entered when they broke the wall of the alcove in which Yasmin had been discovered, there was evidence that there was something beyond, and that the passage was not a blind alley after all.
It was the greatest discovery of the expedition and it was clear that Sir Edward had been aware of this on the night that he died.
Tabitha told me that Terence was taking over the leadership because Tybalt had decided to come home with me.
I said: "No. I can't allow it."
I stormed into our bedroom where he was putting some papers together.
"Tybalt," I said, "you're staying."
"Staying?" He wrinkled his brow.
"Here."
"I thought we were going home."
"Did you know that they are probably on the verge of one of the greatest discoveries in archaeology?"
"As a budding archaeologist you must learn never to count your chickens before they are hatched."
"Archaeology is all counting chickens before they're hatched. How could you go on with this continual work if you didn't believe it was going to be successful? That passage leads somewhere. You know it. It leads into a tomb. A very important one, because if it wasn't important why would they have gone to all the trouble with the subterfuge of blind alleys all over the place?"
"As usual, Judith, you are exaggerating. There were three blind alleys."
'"What does it matter? Three is a great many. It must be a wonderful tomb. You know it. Confess."
"I think that maybe they are on the verge of a great discovery."
"Which was the purpose of this expedition."
"Why yes."
"The expedition which you had been planning ever since your father died."
He nodded.
"And he died because he got too close. He was there in that place where I was."
"And because you were there we have been led to this."
"Then it wasn't in vain."
"My God, I'd rather never have found the way."
"Oh, Tybalt, I believe that. But you're going to stay now."
"Dr. Gunwen wishes you to go back as soon as possible." 1 wont go.
"But you must."
"I won't go alone and you are not coming with me."
"I'm getting ready to leave now."
"I will not have it," I said. "I will not let you go now. You are going on. It's your expedition. When finally you reach that tomb when you see the dust there undisturbed for three thousand years . . . and perhaps the footprint of the last person to leave . . . You are going to be the first. Do you think I would allow Terence Gelding to have that honor?"
"No," he said firmly. "We are going back."
But I was determined that it should not be so.
That was a battle of wills. I was exultant. It seemed so incongruous. I was standing out against his giving up that which I thought he would rather sacrifice anything for than miss.
I thought: I am loved . . . even as I love.
I simply refused to go. I wanted to stay. I could not possibly be happy if we left at this stage. I made Dr. Gunwen agree with me and I finally won the day.