By the end of the conversation beads of sweat formed on Rasheed’s brow and dripped down his temple. He set up the equipment and we listened in on the conversation. They spoke quite casually, about their wives, their families, their business interests.
Several tense minutes passed. I peered at the men through the telescope. They were seated in the exact positions they were in when we left, drinking tea and eating. I saw the Prince pick up his cell phone and Rasheed’s phone rang.
“It’s him,” I said.
Rasheed nodded and picked up the call.
“Prince Al Khatani?... Yes, Prince. We’re here now. She’s being seen by the doctor… No, I’m sorry Sir, the physician is in with her and can’t come to the phone. No, I was told to stay in the waiting room… Yes, the Doctor said he would come out to speak
