Yes. But now what? Gloomily he remembered how, after throwing the empty caviar cans into the garbage, on reflection he had retrieved them and buried them, then gone back and wiped the glass that he had used and even the door handle. You need your head examined, as if they’d check for fingerprints! Yes, but at the time I thought it best not to leave traces I’d been there. You’re crazy! You’re on the flight clearance at Tehran, there’s your unauthorized pickup of Valik and his family, the breakout from Isfahan, and flying “enemies of the state and helping them escape” to account for - whether it’s from SAVAK or Khomeini! And how does S-G or McIver account for a missing Iranian helicopter that ends up in Kuwait or Baghdad or where the hell ever that’s bound to be reported?
What a goddamn mess!
Yes. Then there’s Sharazad…
“Don’t worry, Agha,” broke into his thoughts, “we’re all in God’s hands.” It was the mullah and he was smiling up at him. He was a youngish man, bearded, and he had joined the bus at Ahwaz with his wife and three children. Over his shoulder was a rifle. “The driver says you speak Farsi and that you’re from Canada and a person of the Book?”
“Yes, yes, I am, Agha,” Lochart replied, collecting his wits. He saw that prayer had finished and now everyone crowded the bus doorway. “Then you too will go to heaven as the Prophet promised if you are found worthy, though not to our part.” The mullah smiled shyly. “Iran will be the first real Islamic state in the world since the time of the Prophet.” Again the shy smile. “You’re - you’re the first person of the Book that I’ve met or spoken to. You learned to speak Farsi at school?”
“I went to a school, Excellency, but mostly I had private teachers.” Lochart picked up his flight bag that he had taken off with him for safety and moved to join the line. His own seat was already taken. Beside the road several passengers were relieving themselves or defecating, men, women, and children.
“And the Excellency works in the oil business?” The mullah moved into line beside him, and at once people stepped aside to let him take preference. Inside the bus passengers were already quarreling, a few shouting to the driver to hurry.
“Yes, for your great IranOil,” Lochart said, very conscious that those nearby were listening also, jostling to get closer to hear better. Not long to go now, he thought, the airport can’t be more than a few miles ahead. Just before noon he had caught a glimpse of a 212 heading in from the Gulf. She was too far away to see if she was civilian or military but she was heading in the general direction of the airport. It’ll be great to see Rudi and the others, to sleep and…
“The driver says you were on holiday near Kermanshah?”
“In Luristan, south of Kermanshah.” Lochart concentrated. He retold the story he had decided upon, the same that he had told the ticket seller at Ahwaz, and the Green Bands who also wanted to know who he was and why he was in Ahwaz. “I was on a hiking holiday north of Luristan, in the mountains, and got trapped there in a village by a snowfall - for a week. You are going to Shiraz?” This was the final destination of the bus.
“Shiraz is where my mosque is and the place of my birth. Come, we will sit together.” The mullah took the nearest seat beside an old man, put one of his children on his knee, cradled his gun, and left Lochart just enough room on the aisle. Reluctantly Lochart obeyed, not wanting to sit beside a talkative and inquisitive mullah, but at the same time thankful for a place. The bus was filling up quickly. People shoved past, trying to get space or to move farther back. “Your country Canada borders the Great Satan, does it not?”
“Canada and America have common borders,” Lochart said, his bile rising. “The vast majority of Americans are People of the Book.”
“Ah, yes, but many are Jews and Zionists, and Jews and Zionists and Christians are against Islam, the enemy of Islam, and therefore against God. Isn’t it true that Jews and Zionists rule the Great Satan?” “If you mean America, no, Agha, no it is not.”
“But if the Imam says it, it is so.” The mullah was quite
confident and gentle and quoted from the Koran, ” ‘For God is angry with them, and in torment shall they abide forever.’” Then he added, “If the Im - ”
There was a flurry in the back of the bus, and they turned to see one of the Iranians angrily rug the turbaned Indian out of his seat to take his place. The Indian forced a smile and stayed standing. By custom it was always the first one seated who had the right to stay seated unharmed. The torrent of voices began again and now another man, jammed in the aisle, began cursing all foreigners loudly. He was roughly dressed, armed, and stood alongside the two Japanese who were crammed into a seat with a ragged old Kurd and glared down at them.
“Why should foreigner Infidels sit while we stand? With the Help of God, we’re no longer lackeys of Infidels!” the man said even more angrily and jerked his thumb at them. “Move!”
Neither Japanese moved. One of them took off his glasses and smiled at the man. The man hesitated, began to bluster but thought better of it, then turned and shouted at the driver to hurry up. Just before the Japanese put back his glasses he caught Lochart’s eye, nodded and smiled. Lochart smiled back. At Ahwaz, while they were all pushing their way onto the bus, one of the Japanese had said to Lochart in passable English, “Follow us, sir, at rush hour Tokyo buses and trains are much worse.” With a great display of politeness the two quickly cleared a path, found him a seat and places at the back for themselves. During the noon stop they had chatted briefly, telling him they were engineers coming back from leave, heading for Iran-Toda.
“Ah,” the mullah said happily, seeing the driver squeeze back into his seat, “now we continue, thanks be to God.”
With a great flourish the driver started the engine and the bus lumbered on its way. “Next stop Bandar Delam,” he called out. “God willing.” “God willing.” The mullah was very content. Once more he turned his attention to Lochart and shouted above the noise, “Agha, you were saying about the Great Satan?”
Lochart had his eyes closed and he pretended not to hear. The mullah touched him. “You were saying, Agha, about the Great Satan?” “I was saying nothing, Agha.”
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
Lochart kept his face polite, knowing the danger he was in, and said louder, “I was saying nothing, Agha. Traveling is tiring, isn’t it?” He closed his eyes again. “I think I will sleep a little.”
“Why say nothing?” a young man standing alongside in the aisle shouted down at him over the grinding engine. “America is responsible for all our troubles. If it wasn’t for America, there’d be peace in the whole world!” Grimly Lochart kept his eyes closed and tried to shut his ears, knowing he was near snapping - half of him wishing he had the automatic in his pocket, the other half thankful it was in his bag. He felt the mullah shake him. “Before you sleep, Agha, don’t you agree the world would be much better without the American evil?”
Lochart fought down his anger and just kept his eyes closed. Another shake, much rougher, this time from the aisle, and the man shouted in his ear, “Answer His Excellency!”
He was suddenly sick to death of all the anti-American propaganda and lies continually fed to them. White with rage, he opened his eyes and shoved the man’s hand away and exploded in English. “Well, I’ll tell you, mullah, you’d better thank God America exists because without it there’d be goddamn nothing in the world and we’d all be in a goddamn gulag or under the goddamn ground, you, me, this jerk, and even Khomeini!”
“What?”
He saw the mullah gaping at him - and realized he had been speaking English. Taking a tight rein on his mouth, he said in Farsi, knowing there was no way he could explain logically, “I was quoting the Holy Bible in English,” he said, making it up. “I was quoting Abraham when he was very angry. Didn’t Abraham say: ‘Evil stalks the earth in many guises - it is the duty of the Believer to… to guard against evil, any evil - all evil!’ Isn’t it?” The mullah was looking at him strangely and quoted from the Koran: ” ‘And God said to Abraham, I will make you a leader to mankind, and Abraham said, of my offspring also! God said, My covenant embraceth not the evildoers.’” “I agree,” Lochart said. “And now I must think about God - the One God, the God of Abraham and Moses and Jesus and Mohammed, whose Name be praised!” Lochart closed his eyes. His heart was pounding. Any moment he expected the angry youth’s rifle butt in his face or the mullah to shout for the bus to stop. He expected no mercy. But the moment passed and they left him to his supposed prayers.