CHAPTER THIRTY
Remi looked out across the dusty parking lot toward a tall, featureless brown wall of mudbrick baked in the Egyptian sun. The wall must have been at least ten meters tall and nearly a kilometer long and was completely featureless except for a gate at the center.
The Monastery of St. Bishoy.
It had taken them almost two days to get here. Lucas had flown them out of Axum in a six-seater Cessna, flying high above the savannah of South Sudan, where, when they saw no trace of any human habitation, they dropped their weapons out the window. They couldn’t rely on any understanding from the Egyptian authorities. Even Lucas threw out his guns.
They continued north, out across the vast Sahara before picking up the meandering course of the Blue Nile, one of the Nile River’s two tri
