the slave trade â an indication, perhaps, of its revival in Egypt â did the connection with a Pasha mean that there were big forces behind it? It was profitable enough to tempt even Pashas. And what about Leilaâs mention of white men: how far did this go?
âPolitical enough for you yet?â he could hear Paul saying.
âI told you it was big,â Ali said to Hussein. âThe Mamur Zapt
and
the Parquet!â
âMust be a prize dog!â said Hussein.
âA Saluki at least!â
âShouldnât have put it in a box like that!â said Hussein.
âWithout any air!â
âThe Pasha will have the skin off them!â
âAnd theyâll deserve it!â
âOught to know better!â
âIgnorant sods down there!â
âAre you two ever going to do any work?â asked the overseer.
âComing, coming!â
Hussein and Ali bent to the box. They straightened up again.
âHeavy!â
âToo heavy!â
âLook, theyâve taken the dog out of it. So I gather. Itâll be lighter than it was!â said the overseer.
âItâs more than a two-man lift.â
âFour men at least!â
âLook, itâs only down to the Bab-el-Khalk!â
âIn this heat?â
âJust get on with it! Or it wonât be the Pasha who flays your hide!â
âBastard!â muttered Ali.
âBastard!â muttered Hussein.
âRight! Lift!â
They raised it an inch.
âCanât be done!â
âNot with just two of us.â
âA bride box? Of course it can be done!â
âNot just with two of us.â
âAll right. Iâll get Abdul.â
âAnd Mustapha.â
âMustaphaâs doing something else.â
âWeâll wait.â
âIâm going to fetch Abdul
and
Mustapha. And then Iâm going to kick your backsides.â
The overseer went off in a fury.
Ali and Hussein sat down on the ground in the shade of the box.
âDoesnât smell as bad as it did.â
âYou fancy? Itâs still pretty bad.â
âMaybe itâs just that Iâm getting used to it.â
âYou do get used to things, donât you? This box, for instance, Iâve got used to seeing it here. I shall quite miss it when it goes.â
âWell, I shanât!â said the guard Mahmoud had posted. âItâs really hot just standing here.
And
I can still smell it.
And
it smells pretty bad!â
âStop complaining! You donât have to carry it.â
âYou just have to stand there.â
âAll day,â said the guard. âAll day.
And
all night!â
âIâll bet you donât stand there all night!â
âWell, no one would expect me to. But Iâm still on guard.â
âWith his eyes closed!â
âI would know if anyone tried to make off with it.â
âYouâd probably have tipped them off. Then down in the souk with it and split the money!â
âA bride box?â
âWell, thereâs always a demand for them. Girls are always getting married.â
âYes, well, most girls donât put dogs in them!â
âHello, here are Abdul and Mustapha!â
âThis it? Weâre not expected to carry this down to the Bab-el-Khalk, are we?â
âYes, you bloody are!â said the overseer. âFour of you! Why, I could carry it there myself!â
âGo on, show us!â
âIâll show you something else in a minute! Now bloody get on with it!â
They bent and lifted.
âHey! What are you doing with my sisterâs box?â said Leila indignantly. She had just come up the platform with Owen and Mahmoud.
The men put the box down.
âYour sisterâs, is it?â one of the guards said. âWell, it needs a bit of a clean.â
âIt was all right when she took it away!â
âWell, that was then, and this is