‘So tell him that it took a few months to do a proper peer review. He’s an academic. He’ll understand.’
‘I did that!’ the professor snapped. ‘But he’s still upset about it. At one point he even threatened to pull the plug and send it to another journal.’
Ignoring their bickering, Arthur Morris played with the handle of his walking stick. It was an elaborate, overly ornate affair made of lacquered mahogany topped with a bronze snake head.
‘But if they’ve found the stone fragments,’ said Audrey, ‘then doesn’t that make it irrelevant what Carmichael does?’
Morris looked at Audrey as if trying to weigh up the subtext to what she was saying.
‘Whatever comes out of Egypt, we can control. It may even lead us to solve the questions posed by Carmichael’s research. But Carmichael himself is a problem. He isn’t one of us and he would resent any attempt to recruit him.’
‘He probably wouldn’t even understand it,’ said Audrey, ‘in his mental state.’
‘We can’t take a chance,’ said the professor.
‘I agree.’ This was Morris. And his word on the issue was final.
‘So what are you going to do?’ asked Audrey.
‘We need to send someone to deal with the problem.’
Morris’s mobile beeped. He took it out and cast a quick glance at the message.
Foreign Aid Bill vote 20 mins.
‘Sorry,’ said Senator Morris, ‘we’ll have to cut this short.’
‘Who are you going to send?’ asked Audrey hesitantly.
‘Someone whose loyalty is unwavering and whose talent for doing the work is unequalled.’
Audrey closed her eyes as she uttered the next word. ‘Goliath?’
Chapter 3
‘It’s a pity you didn’t find the rest,’ said Akil Mansoor in a quiet monotone.
‘Assuming there is a “rest”,’ Gabrielle replied.
‘Of course there’s a rest!’
They were in the lab at the University of Cairo that the Supreme Council of Antiquities used for examining ancient Egyptian artefacts. Mansoor was somewhat shorter than Gabrielle and was showing signs of a middle-aged paunch. But his white hair gave him a kind of patrician gravitas that made others around him instantly recognize his academic authority.
‘We branched out radially from the square where it was found,’ Gabrielle explained, ‘stopping at forty-nine square metres.’
The air conditioning had failed again and so Mansoor left three buttons undone on his check shirt and used a handkerchief to wipe the area between his chin and neck. The assembled fragments of stone looked like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle. Mansoor moved to his left, as if to get a better view of the engraved characters on the surface, brushing against Gabrielle in the process. She didn’t say anything, but moved away quietly to the other side of the workbench to give him room to view the stone fragments.
Temporarily distracted from the arrangement of stones, he watched her athletic body, more with a sense of curiosity than outright lust. He remembered that she had been a competitive swimmer, winning a silver medal for Austria in the European Student Games. Even now, in her tight-fitting T-shirt and dark blue jeans, she cut a striking figure.
‘The distribution of fragments was like a V formation from the main group.’ Her words snapped him out of his thoughts. ‘That would suggest that the stones had been dropped or thrown from a certain position and smashed outwardly in the same direction. So working outward radially any further made no sense.’
‘You could have excavated another line of squares on the far side, to follow up your V distribution theory.’ His tone was impatient.
‘We did. And we found another two pieces. But they were both quite small, without any engravings. The only reason we think it might have formed part of the stone or stones is because of the shape. One of the students on the dig is a physics graduate and he said they looked like break lines. He also told us that lighter pieces travel further when they bounce.’
‘And?’ Mansoor prompted.
‘Well, he also said that with stone lighter means smaller, and that meant that if we found any more fragments, they’d be too small to physically handle to put them together.’
Mansoor shook his head. ‘We’ve got people who can do that with tweezers and glue. Besides, nowadays we scan them in 3-D and then examine them on a computer screen. I’m surprised your physics student didn’t tell you that.’
There was more than a hint of mockery in his tone.
‘I thought it was more important to bring back what we already found.’
‘I figured as much when you phoned me on your mad dash to Sharm el-Sheikh Airport.’
‘Well, it’s not as if the remaining stones are going to get up and walk away.’
Mansoor frowned at Gabrielle’s levity. She should have remembered that he was an utterly humourless man, and proud of the fact.
‘We can carry on today. I put the team on standby, waiting for your decision. I’d already pulled them off their regular duties to concentrate on this find. I didn’t want to put them back on the areas they were digging because they’re all too excited about-’
‘You told them your theory?’ he blurted out in a mixture of shock and fear.
‘I didn’t tell them,’ replied Gabrielle. Then after a few seconds she added, ‘But it must have been fairly obvious.’
‘To an overenthusiastic kid, perhaps. Not to a serious scholar.’
‘I think a credible case can be made out.’ Her tone was defensive. She knew that Mansoor was always sceptical about Big Theories.
‘Let’s keep some sense of proportion. So far all we can say is that we have fragments of two stone tablets with an old, somewhat simple linear script with repeated characters engraved on them.’
‘But it is definitely two stones?’ she asked cautiously.
‘We have seven corner pieces. That suggests at least two separate stones.’
‘What’s your assessment of the writing?’
Mansoor peered at it carefully. ‘Well, the style is a bit like hieroglyphics, but only the simplest hieroglyphics. In fact, some of the symbols are quite recognizable – if we can find the right light to view them in.’
‘So it can’t be a diplomatic document or treaty.’
‘If it was, it would be written in Akkadian cuneiform.’
‘And that also rules out Hittite and Sumerian.’
‘Exactly,’ Mansoor confirmed.
‘I’m wondering if this could be our Knossos.’
‘This isn’t Mycenaean or Minoan, Professor Gusack; I can assure you of that!’
‘I didn’t mean that,’ replied Gabrielle irritably. ‘I mean another syllable alphabet, like Linear A or Linear B.’
‘And I suppose you were hoping to be the next Michael Ventris.’
‘Well, it would be nice to follow in the footsteps of the man who rewrote ancient Greek history.’
‘Nice, perhaps. Likely, no.’
‘What makes you so sure?’
Mansoor’s voice took on a dour tone. ‘Well, as far as I can tell, there aren’t enough unique characters for a syllable alphabet.’
‘So it’s… what? A phonetic alphabet?’
‘Precisely. More specifically, an abjad. No vowels – just consonants.’
‘Aramaic? Phoenician?’ She didn’t bother to include Hebrew or Arabic in her question, because both were
