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after their quarrel tonight.
    Don't be spiteful and petty, Peter told himself. One
spiteful act brings too much pleasure—it just makes you want to do another, and
another. And sooner each time.
    So he picked up the phone and on the seventh ring she picked
it up.
    "I'm not going to apologize," she said curtly.
    "Good," he said. "Because I don't want some
smarmy I'm-sorry-you-got-so-upset fake apology. What I want is for you to join
me at five A.M. at the north door of the lobby."
    "What for?"
    "I don't know," said Peter. "I'm just passing
along what I was just told on the telephone."
    "He's going to let us see him?"
    "Or he's sending thugs to escort us back to the
airport. How can I possibly know? You're the one who's his friend. You tell me
what he's planning."
    "I haven't the slightest idea," said Petra.
"It's not like Alai and I were ever close. And are you sure they want me
to come to the actual meeting? There are plenty of Muslims who would be
horrified at the thought of an unveiled married woman speaking face to face
with a man—even the Caliph."
    "I don't know what they want," said Peter. "I
want you at the meeting."
     
     
    They were ushered into a closed van and driven along a route
that Peter assumed was convoluted and deceptively long. For all he knew, the
Caliph's headquarters was next door to their hotel. But Alai's people knew that
without the Caliph there was no unity, and without unity Islam had no strength,
so they were taking no chances on letting outsiders know where the Caliph
lived.
    They were driven far enough that they might be outside
Damascus. When they emerged from the van, it was not in daylight, it was indoors
... or underground. Even the porticoed garden into which they were ushered was
artificially lighted, and the sound of running and trickling and falling water
masked any faint noises that might have seeped in from outside and hinted where
they were.
    Alai did not so much greet them as notice their presence as
he walked in the garden. He did not even face them, but sat a few meters away,
facing a fountain, and began to speak.
    "I have no desire to humiliate you, Peter Wiggin,"
he said. "You should not have come."
    "I appreciate your letting me speak with you at
all," Peter answered.
    "Wisdom said that I should announce to the world that
the Hegemon had come to see the Caliph, and the Caliph refused to see him. But
I told Wisdom to be patient, and let Folly be my guide today in this
garden."
    "Petra and I are here to—"
    "Petra is here," said Alai, "because you
thought her presence might get you in to see me, and you needed a witness that
I would be reluctant to kill, and because you want her to be your ally after
her husband is dead."
    Peter did not let himself glance at Petra to see how she
took this sally from Alai. She knew the man; Peter did not. She would interpret
his words as she saw fit, and nothing he could see in her face right now would
help him understand anything. It would only weaken him to show he cared.
    "I'm here to offer my help," said Peter.
    "I command armies that rule over more than half the
population of the world," said Alai. "I have united Muslim nations
from Morocco to Indonesia, and liberated the oppressed peoples in
between."
    "It's the difference between 'conquered' and
'liberated' that I wanted to talk about."
    "So you came to rebuke me, not to help after all,"
said Alai.
    "I see I'm wasting my time," said Peter. "If
we can't speak together without petty debate, then you are past receiving
help."
    "Help?" said Alai. "One of my advisers said
to me, when I told them I wanted to see you, 'How many soldiers does this
Hegemon have?' "
    "How many divisions has the Pope?" quoted Peter.
    "More than the Hegemon has," said Alai, "if
the Pope should ask for them. As the old dead United Nations found out long
ago, religion always has more warriors than some vague international
abstraction."
    Peter realized then that Alai was not speaking to him. He
was speaking past him.