home to do was reinforced. Her doubts were set at rest, her conscience
soothed. As she turned away from it she felt strong and sure of herself
and the course that she must take.
She visited Duraid's family. She had to make amends to them for her
sudden departure and her long, unexplained absence. At first her
brother-in-law was cool and stiff towards her; but after his wife had
wept and embraced Royan and the children had clambered all over her -
she was always their favourite ammah - he warmed to her and relented
sufficiently to offer to drive her out to the oasis.
When she explained that she wanted to be alone when she visited the
cemetery, he unbent so far as to lend her his beloved Citron.
As she stood beside Duraid's grave the smell of the , desert filled her
nostrils and the hot breeze rid'eted with her hair. Duraid had loved the
desert. She was glad for him that from now onwards he would always be
close to it. The headstone was simple and traditional: just his name and
dates, under the outline of the cross. She knelt beside it and tidied
the grave, renewing the wilted and dried bouquets of flowers with those
that she had brought with her from Cairo.
Then she sat quietly beside him for a long while. She made no rehearsed
speeches, but ' imply ran over in her mind so many of the good quiet
times they had passed together. She remembered his kindness and his
understanding, and the security and warmth of his love for her. She
regretted that she had never been able to return it in the same measure,
but she knew that he had accepted and understood that.
She hoped that he also understood why she had come back now. This was a
leave-taking. She had come to say goodbye. She had mourned him and,
although she would always remember him and he would always be a part of
her, it was time for -her to move on. It was time for him to let her go.
When at last she left the cemetery, she walked away without looking
back.
She took the long road around the south side of the lake to avoid having
to pass the burnt-out villa; she did not wish to be reminded of that
night of horror on which Duraid had died there. It was therefore after
dark when she, returned to the city, and the family were relieved to see
her. Her brother-in-law walked three times around the Citron, checking
for damage to the paintwork, before ushering her into the house where
his wife had set a feast for them.
'an Abou Sin, the minister whom Royan had Come specifically to see, was
out of Cairo on an official visit to Paris. She had three days to wait
for his return, and because she knew that Nahoot Guddabi was no longer
in Cairo, she felt safe and able to spend much of that time at the
museum. She had many friends there, and they were delighted to see her
and to bring her up to date with all that had happened during the time
that she had been away.
The rest of the time she spent in the museum reading room, going over
the microfilm of the Taita scrolls, searching for any clues that she
might have missed in her previous readings. There was a section of the
second scroll which she read carefully and from which she made extensive
notes. Now that the prospect of finding the tomb of Pharaoh Mamose
intact had become real and credible, her interest in what that tomb
