CHAPTER 9
The Monastery of the VirginThe next day they were late setting off because the unanimous decision was to hire a car rather than go south by train or bus to Akhenaten’s city. While Jack arranged the car hire in the office, producing all the right documents, the others sat outside under an awning staring rather disconsolately at the gridlock of traffic in the Cairo streets.
‘I hope Jack is a good driver!’ Bernard said.
The others remained silent. Finn’s flute lay mute in its box. Emma twisted the ring on her marriage finger round and round. It was not a wedding ring, but one of the many she normally wore, transferred to that particular finger in an attempt to persuade the locals she was a married woman.
When Jack eventually emerged from the office he led them to a sturdy four-w
