"I'm afraid he'll really come after Hala with a vengeance," said Schiller.
"I don't think so," said Nichols. "If the FBI can link a chain from the dead terrorists to Yazid and then to the assassin responsible for the plane crash with the death of sixty people, many moderate Egyptians who do not condone terrorism will withdraw their support from his movement.
With an internationally publicized terrorist mission laid on his doorstep, he'd have to think twice before ordering another attempt on Ms. Kainil's life."
"Mr. Nichols is correct on one point," said Hala. "Most Egyptians are Sunni Moslems who do not follow the bloody revolutionary dnimbeat of the Iranian Shiites. They prefer an evolutionary approach that slowly changes the people's loyalty from a democratic government to a religious leadership. They will not accept Yazid's bloodlust methods." Hala paused a moment. "I disagree on the second point. Yazid won't rest until I'm dead. He is too fanatical to give up. He's probably planning another attempt on my life this minute."
"She may be right; we must keep a sharp intelligence eye on Yazid,"
cautioned the Senator.
"What are your plans after your U.N. address?" asked Schiller.
"This morning, before we left the hospital, I was given a letter from President Hasan by an attache from our embassy in Washington. President Hasan wishes me to meet with him."
"Once you leave our boundaries we can't guarantee your protection,"
Nichols warned her.
"I understand," she replied. "But there is little cause for concern.
Since President Sadat's assassination, Egyptian security people have become quite efficient."
"May I ask where this meeting will be held?" queried Schiller. "Or is it none of my business?"
"No secret; in fact it will be covered by the world news media," Hala answered nonchalantly. "President Hasan and I will confer during the coming economic meetings in Punta del Este, Uruguay."
The mangled and bullet-holed Cord sat forlornly in the middle of the shop floor. benson slowly circled the car and shook his head sadly.
"This is the first time I've ever had to restore a classic car two days after I finished it."
"We had a bad day," Giordino explained. He was wearing a neck brace, one arm was in a sling, and his nicked ear was heavily bandaged.
"It's a wonder any of you are standing here."
Except for six stitches, mostly hidden by his hair, Pitt was unmarked.
He patted the buckled chrome radiator shell as if the car was an injured pet.
"Lucky for us they used to build them to last," he said quietly.
Lily limped painfully from the shop office. Her left cheek was bruised and the opposite eye was blackened.
"I have Hiram Yaeger on the phone," she announced.
Pitt nodded. He put a hand on benson's shoulder. "Make her even better than she was before."
"We're looking at six months and heavy bucks," said benson.
"Time is no problem and neither is money." Pitt paused and broke into a grin. "The government is going to foot the bill this time around." He turned, walked into the office and picked up the phone. "Hiram, you got something for me?"
"Just a status report," Yaeger replied from Washington. "I've eliminated the Baltic Sea and the coastline of Norway."
"And nothing showed."
"Nothing worth celebrating. No matching of geologic contours or geographic descriptions from the Serapis log. The barbarians Rufinus mentioned don't come close to fitting the early Vikings. He wrote of people who resembled Scydiians, but with darker skins."
"That bothered me too," Pitt agreed. "The Scythians came from Central Asia. Not damned likely they'd have been fairskinned and blond."
"I see no sense in continuing the computer search around Norway into the northern waters of Russia."
"I agree. What about Iceland? The Vikings didn't settle there for another five hundred years. Maybe Rufinus meant Eskimos."
"No go," said Yaeger. "I checked. Eskimos never migrated to Iceland.
Rufinus also threw in the mystery of the 'great sea of dwarflike pines.'
He couldn't have found them on Iceland. And don't forget, you're talking about a six-hundred-mile voyage across some of the worst seas in the world. Historical marine records are quite precise: Roman ship captains rarely sailed out of sight of land for more than two days. The voyage from the nearest European land mass would have taken at least four and a half days under ideal conditions. "
"So where do we go from here?"
"I'll run the West African coast by again. We might have missed something. Dark-skinned Africans and a warmer climate seem more logical than the cold northern countries, especially to men from the Mediterranean."
"You still have to explain how the Serapis came to be in Greenland."
"A projection of wind and currents could give us a clue."
"I'm flying back to Washington tonight," said Pitt. "I'll look in on you tomorrow."
"Maybe I'll have something," said Yaeger, but his tone did not sound optimistic.
Pitt hung up and stepped from the office. Lily looked at him with an expression of hope. Then she read the disappointment in his eyes.
"No good news?" she asked.
He shrugged negatively. "Seems we haven't left square one."
She took his arm. "Yaeger will come through," she said encouragingly.
"He can't work miracles."
Giordino held up a watch on his good arm. "We don't have much time to make our flight. We'd better get rolling."
Pitt walked over, shook benson's hand and smiled. "Make her well again.
She saved our lives."
benson looked at him. "Only if you promise me you'll keep her away from flying bullets and ski slopes."
"Done."
After they left for the airport, benson opened a rear door of the Cord.
The door handle came off in his hand.
"God," he said mournfully, "what a mess."
A loud roar of applause erupted in the public galleries and swept over the delegates on the main floor below as Hala refused all assistance and slowly made her way to the podium on crutches. She stood behind the podium, poised and serene, speaking in a strong, convincing voice. Her theatrics were low-key and subtle. She moved the audience with an emotional appeal to stop the useless killing of innocent people in the name of religion. Only when she called for a censure of governments that turned a blind eye toward terrorist organizations did a few delegates shift in their seats and stare into space.
An undercurrent of murmurs trailed her news of the forthcoming Alexandria Library discovery as the immense potential took time to sink in. Then Akhmad Yazid came in for a scathing attack, as she accused him directly of the attempts on her life.
Hala concluded by firmly stating she would not be driven out of her position as SecretaryGeneral by threats of future harm, but would remain until her fellow delegates asked for her resignation.
The response was a standing ovation that became thunder ous as she stood off to one side of the podium and displayed the cast on her ankle.
"She's some lady," said the President admiringiy. "What I wouldn't give to have her sit in my cabinet." He pressed the off button on a remote control and the television screen went black.