Billy, wondering if he had recognized his father. Billy was staring at the back of Vandam’s head with an expression of delight. Vandam. thought: Don’t give the game away, for God’s sakel They left the town behind and headed south on a straight desert road. On their left were the irrigated fields and groves of trees; on their right, the wall of granite cliffs, colored beige by a layer of dusty sand. The atmosphere in the car was peculiar. Vandam could sensc Elene’s tension, Billy’s euphoria and Wolff’s impatience. He himself was very edgy. How much of all that was getting througb to Wolff? The spy needed only to take one good look at the taxi driver to realize he was the man who had inspected papers on the train. Vandam hoped Wolff was preoccupied with thoughts of his radio. Wolff said: “Ruh alyaminak.” Vandam knew this meant “Turn right.” Up ahead he saw a turn-off which seemed to lead straight to the cliff He slowed the car and took the turn, then saw that he was headed for a pass through the hills. Vandam was surprised. Farther along the southbound road there were some villages and the famous convent, according to Newman’s map; but beyond these hills there was nothing but the Western Desert. If Wolff had buried the radio in the sand he would never find it again. Surely he knew better? Vandam hoped so, for if Wolff’s plans were to collapse, so would his. The road began to climb, and the old car struggled to take the gradient. Vandam changed down once, then again. The car made the summit in second gear. Vandarn looked out across an apparently endless desert. He wished he had a jeep. He wondered how far Wolff had to go. They had better get back to Assyut before nightfall. He could not ask Wolff ques~ tions for fear of revealing his ignorance of Arabic. The road became a track. Vandam drove across the desert, going as fast as he dared, waiting for instructions from Wolff. Directly ahead, the sun rolled down the edge of the sky. After an hour they passed a small flock of sheep grazing on tufty, sparse camel thorn, guarded by a man and a boy. Wolff sat up in his seat and began to look about him. Soon 328 Ken Follett
afterward the road intersected a wadi. Cautiously Vandam let the car roll down the hank of the dried-up river. Wolff said: “Ruh ashshinzalak.” Vandam turned left. The going was firm. He was astonished to see groups of people, tents and animals in the wadi. It was like a secret community. A mile farther on they saw the explanation: a wellhead. The mouth of the well was marked by a low circular wan of mud brick. Four roughly dressed tree trunks leaned together over the hole, supporting a crude winding mechanism. Four or five men hauled water sontinuously, emptying the buckets into four radiating troughs around the wellhead. Camels and women crowded around the troughs. Vandam. drove close to the well. Wolff said: “Andak.Vandam –,topped the car. The Aesert people were incurious, although it must have been rare for them to see a motor vehicle: perh*ps, V.,mdam thought, their hard lives left them no time to investigate oddities. Wolff was asking questions of one of the men in rapid Arabic. There was a short excbange. The man pointed shead. Wolff said to Vandam: “Dughri.” Vandam 4rove on. At last they came to a large encampment where Wolff made Vandam. stop. There were several tents in a cluster, some penned sheep, several hobbled camels and a couple of cooking fires. With a sudden quick movement Wolff reached into the front of the car, switched off the engine and pulled out the key. Without a word he got out.
Ishmael was sitting by the fire, making tea. He looked up and said: “Peace be with you,” as casually as if Wolff had dropped in from the tent next door. “And with you be health and God’s mercy and blessing,” Wolff replied formally. “How is thy healthT’ “God bless thee; I am well, thank God.” Wolff squatted in the sand. Ishmael handed him a cup. “Take it.” “God increase thy good fortune,” Wolff said. “And thy good fortune also.” Wolff drank the tea. It was hot, sweet and very -strong. He THE KEY TO REBECCA 329