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“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Egypt is one of my passions, you see. And it was thrilling to hear such a talk coming from someone like you. I mean, I’ve seen that dreadful TV show—”
Annja held up her free hand. “I’m nothing like the other host, I assure you.”
“And I realized that, after you gave your presentation. I actually tried to say thanks, but you were whisked away immediately after your talk. I thought you might have had a family emergency or something so I didn’t pursue you.”
“No family emergency,” Annja said. “Just another relic that someone wanted me to chase down for them.”
“And now you’re here.”
“Because you sent them to bring me here.”
The old man bit his lip and looked away from her. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have put you in danger.” He began to cough weakly, and Annja brought the glass with the straw back to his mouth. He drank, but didn’t say anything more.
Annja looked around, giving him time to compose himself. “You have a lovely home.”
“I wish you were seeing it under better circumstances. Unfortunately, one never knows what sort of riffraff will drop by unexpectedly.”
She smiled. “I had that same thing riffraff drop by on me earlier today. Rather rude of them.”
“Indeed,” Fairclough said. “But we are where we are and must endeavor to make the best of a bad situation. These lads want something of mine very badly, as I understand it.”
“A book. Greene said it was called the Tome of Prossos? ”
Fairclough nodded and another short cough escaped him. “An early record of human history up until the great conflagration at Alexandria.”
“How is it that you have a copy? It was my understanding that all the books in the library were incinerated beyond retrieval.”
“They were,” he confirmed. “But there was also a movement afoot to make copies of all the texts in the library in case the unfortunate happened. Foresight that proved to be too late to save most of the texts. However, the Tome of Prossos was already copied.”
“And you have this copy?”
Fairclough inclined his head. “I have the only copy in existence. And I hope to have it in my possession awhile longer, mind you.”
Greene chuckled. “You don’t know what to do with it. The knowledge in that book shouldn’t belong to only one man. You’ve got to let the world have it. It belongs to the planet.”
Fairclough looked at him. “You’re a hypocrite on top of everything else. As if my releasing it would signal the great reformation you so fervently wish. You’d hoard the book yourself, using what its pages speak of to further your own ends.”
“My own ends are to benefit the planet,” Greene said.
“Are they?”
“Of course.”
“Then why don’t I simply release the book to the public over the internet? Would you have a problem with that?”
Greene shifted. “Well, yes, I would. But not because I wouldn’t have control of the book, but because its power would be usurped by corporations and other greedheads.”
Fairclough waved him away. “Bah! You don’t know half of what the book contains.”
“Well, neither do I,” Annja said. “Is this why you asked to see me? Because of the book? If that’s the case, would you mind filling me in on the details?”
Fairclough smiled at her. “It’s quite simple. As you know, the tome contains a written account of the history of the world, from its creation—according to Prossos—to mankind’s ascent through the Egyptian dynastic ages. It’s a marvelous read, provided you understand it.”
He glanced at Greene. “And let me just say for the record—you will not understand it.”
“I’ll take that chance,” Greene replied.
Fairclough looked back at Annja. “The real treat about the tome is that it also contains within its pages a codex that reveals a method for healing the planet in times of duress.”
“Meaning what, exactly? You can cure the planet?”
Fairclough’s smile grew.