“They’re giving me a new name and a new identity. I get to pick the name. I was wondering whether you would allow me to use your mother’s name?”
“Irene?” Gabriel smiled. “I’d be honored. She was like you-a remarkably courageous woman. The next time you come to Israel, I’ll let you read about what happened to her during the war.”
Sarah paused to finger the blossom of a dogwood, then they walked on through the trees.
“And what about you, Gabriel? What are your plans?”
“I think you and I might be moving in opposite directions.”
“Meaning?”
“I’m afraid I can’t say anything more right now.”
She pouted and playfully swatted his arm. “You’re not going to start keeping secrets from me now, are you?”
“Now that you’re working for the intelligence service of another country, I’m afraid our relationship will have to take on certain…” He paused, searching for the right word in English. “Parameters.”
“Please, Gabriel. We share a bond that extends far beyond the rules of engagement governing contact between known operatives of other services.”
“I see you’ve started your training.”
“Little by little,” she said. “It helps to relieve the boredom of living alone on this farm.”
“Are you well, Sarah?”
“The days are all right, but the nights are very hard.”
“They will be for a long time. Working for the Agency will help, though. Do you know where they’re going to put you?”
“The Saudi desk,” she said. “I insisted.”
The woods shook with the rumble of distant thunder. Sarah asked about Julian Isherwood.
“At the moment his situation is very similar to yours.”
“Where have you got him?”
“Come on, Gabriel.”
“He’s tucked away in an old house near Land’s End in Cornwall.”
“And the gallery?”
“It’s closed at the moment. Your departure from London caused quite a scandal. The boys at the bar in Green’s restaurant miss you very much.”
“I miss them, too. But I miss your team more.”
“Everyone sends their best.” Gabriel hesitated. “They also asked me to apologize to you.”
“For what?”
“We let you down, Sarah. It’s obvious that we were spotted by bin Shafiq or Zizi’s security men.”
“Maybe it was my fault.” She shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter. We all came out alive, and we got eleven of them in that house.
There was another rumble of thunder, this one closer. Sarah looked up at the sky.
“I have to ask you a few questions, Sarah. There are some things we need to know before we can close the books on the operation.”
Her gaze remained skyward. “You need to know what I told them in that house in Switzerland.”
“I know you were filled with drugs. I know you’ve probably tried to purge it from your memory.”
She looked at him and shook her head. “I haven’t tried to forget,” she said. “In fact, I remember every word.”
The first raindrops began to fall. Sarah seemed not to notice. They walked on through the trees, and she told him everything.
CARTER DROVE Gabriel to Dulles Airport and shepherded him through security. They sat together in a special diplomatic lounge and waited for the flight to be called. Carter passed the time by watching the evening news. Gabriel’s attention was focused on the man seated on the opposite side of the lounge: Prince Bashir, the Saudi ambassador to the United States.
“Don’t even think about it, Gabriel.”
“Public confrontations aren’t my style, Adrian.”
“Maybe not, but Bashir rather enjoys them.”
As if on cue the Saudi rose and walked across the lounge. He stood over Gabriel but did not extend his hand. “I hear you made quite a spectacle of yourself on Capitol Hill this morning, Mr. Allon. Jewish lies and propaganda but amusing nonetheless.”
“The testimony was supposed to be secret, Bashir.”
“Nothing happens in this town that I don’t know about. And it’s
“The senators issued the subpoena, Your Royal Highness. The Agency had nothing to do with it.”
“You should have done something to prevent it.”
“This isn’t Riyadh, Mr. Ambassador.”
Bashir glared at Carter, then returned to his seat.
“I guess I won’t be eligible for the Saudi retirement plan.”
“What?”
“Never mind,” said Carter.
Ten minutes later Gabriel’s flight was called. Carter walked him to his gate.
“Oh, I nearly forgot something. The president called while you were talking to Sarah. He wanted to say thank you. He said he’ll catch you another time.”
“Tell him not to worry about it.”
“He also said he wanted you to move forward on that matter you discussed on the South Lawn.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure about what?”
“Are you sure the president used those words?”
“Positive,” said Carter. “What did you two talk about that night, anyway?”
“Our conversation was private, Adrian, and it will remain so.”
“Good man,” said Carter.
They shook hands, then Gabriel turned and boarded the plane.
40.
THE NEXT NIGHT WAS SHABBAT. Gabriel slept until early afternoon, then showered and dressed and drove with Chiara to the Valley of Jezreel. They stopped briefly at Tel Megiddo to collect Eli Lavon, then continued on to the Sea of Galilee. It was nearly sunset by the time they reached the honey-colored limestone villa perched on a ledge overlooking the sea. Shamron greeted them at the front door. His face looked thin and drawn, and he moved with the help of a cane. It was olive wood and very handsome.
“The prime minister gave it to me this morning when I left the rehabilitation center in Jerusalem. I nearly hit him with it. Gilah thinks it makes me look more distinguished.” He showed them inside and looked at Gabriel. “I see you’re wearing my jacket. Now that it’s clear I’m going to live for a very long time, I’d like it back.”
Gabriel removed the coat and hung it on a hook in the entrance hall. From inside the villa he heard the voice of Gilah calling them to the table for supper. When they entered the dining room she was already starting to light the candles. Yonatan and his wife were there. So were Rimona and her husband. Ronit sat next to her father and tactfully filled his plate from the serving dishes as they were passed round the table. They did not speak of the bin
