Whispers In The Sand Part 30

He nodded. 'I am sorry. I chose a bad moment.'

'I thought you were supposed to be in prison.' Serena struggled to her feet. She stood for a moment swaying slightly, then she sat down stiffly on the stool in front of the dressing table.

Toby grimaced. 'Not lately, I'm glad to say.'

'Then where were you?'

'I was with a friend. I'll tell you the whole story, but not now. OK? Let's get all this sorted out. What do we do with Charley here?' He pushed her gently into a sitting position.

Charley raised a tear-stained face. 'I want to go home.'

'Then that's what you shall do.' Toby eased himself away from her and stood up. 'I've got a friend at the consulate in Cairo. I've already been on the phone to him once today. I'll get him to arrange a flight back and ask if there's someone to travel with her. Poor Charley. You'll be fine. Do you want to go back to the hotel for the night?'

Charley nodded. 'I liked the hotel.' She was rocking again.

'How in G.o.d's name did you get her in there?' Serena asked wearily. 'I thought the Old Cataract was booked up months in advance.'

Toby grinned. He tapped his nose. 'You worry about Ancient Egypt. Let me deal with the modern version.'

They watched as he guided Charley out of the cabin and up the corridor. Anna closed the door behind him and leant against it. In the bright cabin only the slight smell of incense hinted at the scene which had taken place there so short a time before.

Serena shrugged. 'So was that a success or another miss?'

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Anna gave a wry shake of the head. 'I think it was a success. Maybe without Charley there it would have worked. He came. He was actually here in the cabin. He was in-' She hesitated suddenly. 'I was going to say inside you, but he wasn't. He kind of slipped over you like a glove.' She shuddered. 'Oh, Serena, are you sure this kind of thing is safe? Yes, he was communicating, but supposing you couldn't get rid of him?' She sat down suddenly, overwhelmed with exhaustion.

'I wasn't possessed, Anna.' Serena was folding the sistrum into its piece of silk. 'I was allowing him to use me.

'Isn't that possession?'

'No. Possession is like rape. It is uninvited. A violation. A theft.'

'That's what happened to Charley?' Serena bit her lip. 'I think that's what has happened to Charley, yes. Hatsek has been using her energy, sucking it like a leech. And he found it easy, when he needed to invade her personality, to walk straight in.'

'And is she free of him now?'

'I don't know.' Packing the last candle Serena turned away from her bag and went to stand in front of the dressing table mirror. She studied her face for a few moments. 'I really don't know. I ought to speak to her before she leaves, but will that make it worse?'

'Surely he won't go back to England with her?'

'I don't know that either. I just don't know anything at the moment. The face Anna could see reflected in the mirror looked suddenly old. 'I feel dreadful about all this. If I hadn't interfered .

'If you hadn't interfered I would probably have been carried off screaming to a mental hospital by now.'

Serena sat down on the stool. 'Some of the things Andy said about me are true, you know. I played at all this. It was fun. Romantic. Wild. It felt a bit wicked for me as an old woman - well, oldish.' She smiled. 'A widow, respectable, very, daughter of a clergyman for goodness sake.' She gave a mirthless laugh. 'Meditation. Prayers to Isis. Rituals by candlelight. Not in the nude or anything, but it was a secret. Something to gloat over. It wasn't real, but it led on to other things that were: the rescue work, being a trance medium, channelling. But the Egyptian stuff. . . that started as a game.'

'Until you came to Egypt.'

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'Until I came to Egypt.'

'When you found out that it was all real, including your powers as some sort of a priestess.'

Serena chewed her lip for a moment. 'A priestess,' she echoed. 'It sounds so exotic. So powerful. I revelled in the idea of being a priestess of Isis.'

'Good.' Anna stood up. 'Because you are the only ace I've got.'

'So, what do you want to do?'

They looked at each other glumly, then Anna shrugged. 'Have you the strength to try again? We don't know for sure if Hatsek will follow Charley back to London. What if he follows you or me? What if the cobra comes too? Somehow my coming here has activated this whole, stupid charade. Do you know, when I was asleep in the car, driving across the desert, I dreamt that this whole thing was part of the holiday, laid on by the travel company to keep us amused on the boat - like a murder weekend at a hotel in the Cotswolds - and that the denouement will happen the night before we reach Luxor or at the Pasha's party they're giving for us, or, I don't know, perhaps it will happen at the airport before we fly home!'

'I wish it was a dream.' Serena shook her head. 'But it isn't and we have to do something. I suppose we should try again tonight. On Philae, as I originally planned. In Isis's temple.'

Anna's mouth dropped open. 'So soon?'

'Yes.' Serena nodded. 'It would be perfect. We're going to the sound and light show, right? It might be difficult, but we'll have to try to slip out of the audience into the dark areas while everyone is distracted. I'm sure there will be hundreds of people there, but they'll all be watching the show. We'll have to hope that no one notices us.'

'But Philae is like Abu Simbel. It's not the real place. It's been moved to higher ground.'

'I know. The sacred soil of Isis is under water now, but I don't think it matters. After all, the priests came here and they were at Abu Simbel. It would help me to focus if we were near the temple and of course, if they want you to give up your bottle to them, it would be the perfect place. You will part with it, Anna, if they demand it?'

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picked it up and turned it over in her hands. 'I wonder what would happen if it broke?'

Serena closed her eyes and shook her head. 'I don't think we want to know.' She stood up and picked up her bag. 'I'm going to go and have a sleep. I'm completely exhausted. I'll meet you later, OK?'

Anna nodded.

She stayed where she was for a long time after Serena had gone, then at last she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Twenty minutes later she gave up trying to sleep. She reached for the diary and held it for a few minutes, thinking. The marker was nearly at the end now. There were only a few more pages left to read.

Louisa had dozed off at last. When she awoke she lay still, looking as she had so often at the darkened ceiling of her small cabin. The boat was silent, but she could smell cooking from the crew's quarters and from far away, somewhere on the sh.o.r.e in the distance she could hear the thin wail of a musical instrument, eerie above the faint rustle of the palms.

Moving her head slightly she could see her paints and sketchbooks piled on the table where Jane Treece had left them when she removed them from Louisa's bed. In front of them lay the small silk-wrapped parcel tied with ribbon. Louisa closed her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek.

The knock on the door was hesitant. For a moment she ignored it, then with a sigh she called out to come in. Augusta peered round it, a candle in her hand. 'Please join us for supper, Louisa. It would make the men so happy. The reis says Mohammed is distraught that you cannot be comforted. You will fall ill if you don't eat, my dear.'

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was no point in starv'ing herself to death. After all, she had to return to England, to her sons.

'Shall I ask Treece to come and help you dress?' Augusta stooped and picked up the blue bedrobe which had slipped to the floor.

Louisa nodded. 'Yes, I'd like that. Please. I'll come and join you.' She managed a watery smile as Augusta set down the candle and disappeared to summon Treece.

In the still, shadowy cabin Louisa sat motionless, her head in her hands. She could still hear the music, but it seemed further away now.

The deeply coloured woods of the cabin and the hangings which lined the walls were a rich mixture of colour and shade in the light of the single candleflame and as she looked up at last, the shadowy figure by the table was just that, a shadow, bending over the table, reaching out its hand.

'Ha.s.san?' For a moment she was confused. She didn't react. It was several seconds before she leapt to her feet, flinging out her arms, but the figure had gone.

Behind her the door opened and Treece appeared, carrying a basin and a steaming jug of water. It smelt of attar of roses and Louisa could see the thin film of the rose oil floating on its surface.

Miserably she allowed Treece to sponge her face and hands, then her neck. She let her help her on with her dark-green loose gown and then gather up her hair into a knot on her neck. It was as she was leaving the cabin that she heard the other woman sniff in exasperation. She had pushed open the shutters and tossed the water out into the darkness. 'Such a fuss!' The words were deliberately loud enough for her to hear. 'And all for a native!'

Her anger carried her out through the saloon onto the deck where the others were waiting for her, sipping their drinks. It was as she took the proffered seat from Sir John that she turned and looked out across the river. It was broad just here, a wide sweep on a bend where the palm trees grew down to the water's edge on both sides, their fronds waving gracefully against the starlit sky. Against the far bank she could see two boats moored side by side. Even in the dark she recognised them.

The Fieldings' boat and that of Lord Carstairs were brightly lit with lamps and the music, she realised suddenly, was coming from a group of musicians on the deck of The Scarab.

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out across the water. He followed her. 'Ignore them, my dear. Come on, have a drink and then we'll eat together.'

'Are they having a party? A soiree?' Her hands closed over the rail, her knuckles white.

'Nothing like that, I'm sure. They've just asked a band of musicians to play for them. They have every right, Louisa -'

'They are on Roger Carstairs' boat!'

'Indeed they are.' He was uncomfortable. She saw him run his finger around the inside of his collar.

'But I thought he had sailed back to Abu Simbel!'

Sir John shook his head gloomily. 'Apparently not.'

'Why not?'

'My dear, I don't know why he should have wanted to go back there in the first place. His boat has accompanied ours all the way down the cataract and through Aswan. As has the Fieldings'.'

'I told him to go!' Her voice was deep and angry. 'I told him and he took no notice.'

'Louisa, he knows he will not be welcome on this boat. He has made no attempt to come on board. But I cannot prevent him from sailing near us!'

'No, but I can!' She swept round and ran forward towards the crew's quarters. 'Mohammed! Call the boy. I want the sandal now. I want to be taken across the river.'

'Louisa, no!' Sir John hurried after her.

'You cannot stop me!' She turned on him. 'Don't even try. I shall not require you to come with me. I just need the boy to row me over.

Behind them the crew had all leapt to their feet from their seats around the brazier where the meal was being prepared. Mohammed stepped forward, his face a picture of concern. 'If the lady Louisa wishes to go on the river I shall row her myself.'

'Thank you, Mohammed. I should like that. I want to go now.'

Her face was as white as a sheet as she watched him pull the litile dinghy alongside after she had fetched her shawl from her cabin. He held the small boat steady as she climbed in and spinning it expertly with an oar began to paddle across the dark water.

It was David Fielding who helped her up on deck. Behind him she could see Venetia and Katherine ensconced on huge silken cus.h.i.+ons, sleepily watching the entertainment before them as they sipped their Persian tea. Roger Carstairs had been sitting near them.

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As Louisa appeared he rose to his feet. He was dressed in a white turban and black robe, with around his waist a multi-coloured fringed sash from which hung his long curved hunting knife.

Katherine smiled and held out her arms in sympathetic welcome but Louisa did not see the gesture. Her eyes were on Carstairs' face. Katherine hesitated. Her smile died and she put her hands anxiously on her stomach.

'Good evening, Mrs Sh.e.l.ley!' Carstairs bowed. Behind him the musicians had fallen silent. 'Good evening, my lord.' She was conscious that Mohammed had climbed over the rail after her and was standing close behind her. When she stepped forward he did the same. His presence was comforting.

Carstairs nodded. 'You still have a native at your side, I see, Mrs Sh.e.l.ley. He is welcome to join the other servants if you would care to sit down and watch the entertainment.'

'I have not come to be entertained,' Louisa retorted. 'And Mohammed will stay here at my side if he so wishes. He is the friend of my friend.' She narrowed her eyes. 'Why did you decide not to go back to the cave?'

He smiled. 'Because I was informed that the vial was no longer there. You tried to trick me, Mrs Sh.e.l.ley.'

'The thing you wanted so badly you were prepared to kill a man to get it!' Her voice was very even.

There was a slight moan from Katherine.

'Oh yes, Mrs Sh.e.l.ley. I was prepared to kill a man.' He smiled. 'Though in the event I didn't have to. The snake did it for me.

She laughed. 'The snake did it for you!' she echoed. 'Have you told your friends here just how badly you wanted my little scent bottle? And have you told them what you have done to get hold of it? Have you told them how evil you are?'

'Oh Louisa!' Katherine's groan was anguished. 'Please, my dear, don't.'

'Don't try and stop me telling you what happened!' Louisa turned on her for only a second, but the force of her words made Katherine shrink back on her cus.h.i.+ons. 'This man, who entertains you as a friend, is an evil fiend, a pract.i.tioner of the black arts. You are not safe on this boat. No one is!'

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English but they all looked afraid. 'You are in danger!' she shouted at them. 'Don't you understand?'

'Louisa, my dear.' David Fielding put his hand on her arm. 'We all know you are upset. With good cause. But this will not help. What happened out there in the desert was no one's fault. It was a tragic accident. People are being killed by snakes and scorpions all the time out here.'

'No!' Louisa shook her head. 'This was no accident. Ha.s.san knew about snakes and scorpions. That was his job! To escort me and keep me safe.' Her eyes filled with tears. 'Don't you see? He did it. As surely as if he had plunged that knife into Ha.s.san's heart a second time!' She flung out her arm towards Carstairs. Carstairs shook his head slowly. 'These are the imaginings of an overheated brain.'

'Are they?' She dashed the tears out of her eyes. 'So, you don't want the bottle?' He tensed suddenly. She saw his eyes grow watchful. 'You know I am very anxious to acquire your scent bottle, Mrs Sh.e.l.ley. I have offered to buy it from you. I told you that you could name your price.'

'All right. My price is Ha.s.san! If your magic is so powerful, you can bring him back to life!' She took another step towards him and felt Mohammed shadowing her once more. 'So, is your magic that powerful, Lord Carstairs?' She was smiling at him wildly.

He narrowed his eyes. 'You know it is not. No one can bring someone back from the dead.'

'What, not the priests that guard the bottle?' She folded her arms. 'I have seen them. They have power. And were they not dead themselves?'

His eyes were heavily lidded and she couldn't tell whether or not he was looking at her from under his lashes. He was so still he appeared to have stopped breathing. 'The priests are not living beings. They are still dead, even when they walk this earth.'

There was a sharp intake of breath behind him and Louisa saw eyes rounding amongst the cl.u.s.ter of men on the deck near them. Some of them at least were following the conversation.

'So, you cannot pay my price?'