Chapter 37RiyadhAt Leah’s insistence, we went ahead of the party, to
an address in West London, where I was subjected to several sessions with
one of Leah’s old university colleagues, who specialised in
hypnotherapy.
“If Bal’Ashtu makes an appearance, I want to be sure
we are well prepared,” she said obliquely.
Then we joined the others at Heathrow Airport and our
route took us first to Paris, then on an Air France flight to King Khaled
Airport in Riyadh. After a night in the Al Khozama hotel, in the heart of
the commercial and residential Olaya district, the following morning I went
to the National Museum which housed the Department of Antiquities and
Museums.
I was escorted by a young man who enquired about my
journey in that clipped English accent, redolent of an education
