Duel In The Sun

‘Keep your thanks,’ he retorted brusquely. ‘I’ll give you a trial, but just remember that I’ll be watching you like a hawk, so don’t think you can cover up your mistakes or get away with anything. And first you’re going to have to do a great deal of reading and studying before I let you near even the smallest thread of cloth on this site.’

‘I was going to say that I’ve already been doing that, from the moment I knew there was a chance that I might come here.’

‘Well, first thing tomorrow we’re going to find out just what you do know.’

Overwhelmingly grateful that she wasn’t about to be sent immediately back to England, Catriona gave a sigh of relief but didn’t let it show. ‘What time do we start?’

‘Breakfast is at five-thirty.’ He was watching her, expecting her to look dismayed, but Catriona merely nodded. ‘Then we have a break around eleven, and afterwards work on at the site until about three. We come back here for a meal at four and usually spend the evening examining finds, repairing pottery, and doing basic conservation.’

‘I see. Perhaps you could tell me something about the site you’re working on.’

Lucas glanced at his watch. ‘Tomorrow. I have some work to catch up on before I go to bed.’ He pushed back his chair. ‘You might as well go and unpack. Goodnight.’

Catriona had been waiting for the next course in the meal, but evidently that was it. ‘Goodnight.’

She followed him out of the room and saw him go into a room next door, one she hadn’t been into yet. Doing as he’d suggested, she went upstairs to unpack, hanging her clothes on the rail, and keeping her more personal possessions in the suitcases, which she pushed under the bed. The house was very quiet; presumably everybody went to bed early if they had to get up at five. Deciding to do the same, Catriona first went in search of the bathroom. It was like no bathroom she had ever seen before. To even call it that was to bestow a title it certainly didn’t deserve. It was like calling a pigsty a porcine palace. There was no bath, and the shower was a joke. It was electric but the water was always tepid whichever setting you put it on, and came out in fits and starts, to be collected in a sort of baby’s bath in which you stood, and was evidently saved and used again. Probably by the next person, Catriona thought with a grimace. Remembering that she was only allowed two showers a week and deciding that the need might be greater tomorrow, Catriona went quickly back to her room and washed herself as best she could.

Sitting up in bed, Catriona took out the textbooks she’d brought with her and began to go through them again, wanting to be as informed as possible before tomorrow. At eleven o’clock she turned out the light, but it took her a while to get to sleep, mostly because she just wasn’t tired, but also because the bed was hard and lumpy and the room too warm.

Lying awake, she went over the extraordinary events of the last twenty-four hours. She saw now how stupid she had been to think that Omar’s house could possibly be the expedition headquarters; she ought to have insisted on Omar’s being wakened and being taken back to the airport at once. Well, it was too late now; she had made a bad start with Lucas, and her lack of experience hadn’t helped either. But at least he’d let her stay, even if it was only on a trial basis. She turned, trying to find a comfortable spot, unable to resist comparing this room with the opulence of the one she’d slept in last night. Talk about rude awakenings—this must be the rudest ever! She must be mad, she decided. Fancy turning down Omar’s plush palace for this!

Her thoughts drifted to the woman who had left the dig team so suddenly. Had this been her room? Catriona was rather intrigued by her. She herself had heard of the job through an old college friend who worked at a museum with a really good Egyptology department. The friend had said that the textile expert had left at short notice for family reasons, which could mean anything, of course. But Catriona couldn’t help but wonder what had happened, especially now she’d learnt the previous expert had been a woman. Was it anything to do with Lucas? Perhaps the woman hadn’t been able to stand his overbearing behaviour. It was even possible that she’d fallen for him and been snubbed. Unlikely, although there was definitely something attractive about Lucas: his lean good-looks, and the sort of rough arrogance that a woman could fall for if she wasn’t careful.

Lying on the bumpy pillow, Catriona wondered what Lucas would be like as a lover. He’d be experienced, she guessed, physically expert as far as the sex part of it went. But if a woman wanted more, if she fell in love with him and looked for the same feelings from him... Catriona just couldn’t see it. Lucas definitely looked the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. She could imagine him becoming cynically amused and hurtfully mocking if some poor female tried to get really close to him. A good enough reason for the last textile expert to have left so precipitately.

Her alarm clock had been set for five o’clock, but it seemed that she had only just got to sleep when its strident tone shattered the stillness. For a few minutes Catriona was too sleepy to think where she was, but then remembered and sat up with a jerk. Today was going to be a testing time, in more ways than one. Quickly she got up, stood naked in front of the basin to wash herself in the now tepid water, dressed in shirt and trousers and plaited her hair into its practical pleat. No make-up today, she decided; she wanted to look as efficient and intellectual as possible—which, she’d found, in a man’s eyes seemed to require her also to look as unfeminine as possible. Which wasn’t easy; no matter how she tried, Catriona had never succeeded in looking anything less than classy.

Lamia didn’t put in an appearance at breakfast but all the rest of the team were there, although nobody talked very much. Lucas’s eyes flicked over her and he nodded when she said good morning, but apart from that he didn’t speak. As soon as they’d finished, everyone piled into the Land Rover to drive the short distance to the site. Outside, the sun was still low and it was beautifully cool. There were no trees and no other houses near by, just the long spread of the desert, broken by hills, but on the far horizon the land rose into mountains, jaggedly outlined against the rising sun. It was very still, very beautiful. Catriona paused to stand and stare, could happily have stayed for longer, but Lucas started the engine and she had to run and jump in beside Mohamed.

She was put in Bryan Stone’s charge. He took over the Land Rover and drove her round the excavation, explaining that it was a settlement site of about 1400 BC. It covered a wider area than she expected. There were the remains of temples and palaces, and large residential quarters, and Bryan told her there were tombs built into the distant desert cliffs. ‘We’re concentrating on the suburb to the north,’ he told her. ‘There’s a group of very large houses in their own estates, and also a number of smaller houses surrounding them.’

‘What about the rest of the city?’

‘Other teams, from various countries, are working on other sites, but they mainly only work in the winter when it’s cooler. The French are still here, but most of the others have gone home and won’t be back till October or November.’

‘So how come our team is still working?’

Bryan gave a short laugh. ‘It’s Lucas; he wants to get the job done.’

‘And move on to something else?’

‘Partly that, but mostly because he’s eager to find all there is to find. He’s obsessed by everything that’s hidden under the sand, and can’t wait to discover its secrets.’

A strong word to describe a man’s interest, his career, but there had been many men in the past who had shared the obsession, and had found the treasure of King Tutankhamun in the process. The buried treasure syndrome. A bug that, once caught, would, Catriona guessed, be almost impossible to shake off. And Lucas would have caught it early by finding a tomb when still so young.

‘I’ll take you back to where we’re working,’ Bryan told her.

About a dozen workers from the nearby village had arrived, tramping across the desert on foot, and were gathered round Lucas as he told them where to work. He sent two men off with Bryan, then told two others and Catriona to follow him.

‘This is the courtyard of one of the houses,’ he explained when they came to a certain part of the ruins. ‘I want you to work along this wall, carefully brushing away the sand and sifting through it. When you’ve filled up one of these baskets, Gamal here will take it and dump it out of the way.’