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〃Go after him；〃 she panted。
〃The hell with him。 Lie still。 Where does it hurt？〃
〃Everywhere。〃 She managed a smile。 〃It's all right； darling； nothing is broken。〃
His answering smile was forced。 〃You wouldn't lie to me； would you？〃
〃Not about a broken leg。〃 She let out a yelp of pain as his hand explored her arms and shoulders。 〃Ow！ I'll have some spectacular bruises； but that's all。〃
She realized then that his were not the only hands she felt。 Kneeling； her eyes like dark holes in the small oval of her face； Jumana was straightening her skirt； smoothing it carefully over her calves。 It was a useless gesture； but the girl seemed to be in a state of shock。
Not so shocked she couldn't speak； though。 〃It was my fault。 You might have been struck in the face。 He didn't care if you were hurt。 I will go back to my father's house。〃
〃No； you won't。〃 Ramses lifted Nefret and stood up。 〃You will follow us； leading Moonlight。 You〃 … he looked down at his wife … 〃are ing with me； on Risha。〃
〃All right；〃 Nefret said meekly。
His heavy black brows drew together。 〃You are hurt！〃
〃Mostly in places I wouldn't care to mention。〃 She raised one hand to his cheek。 〃Riding astride； sans trousers； is something I won't try again for a while。〃
5
Emerson and I and Sennia were halfway through breakfast when the children made their appearance； followed by the kitten。 I observed immediately that Nefret was walking without her usual grace … not limping； but trying not to。 Sennia bounced up out of her chair and ran to them； before she could give Nefret one of her fierce hugs； Ramses snatched her up and swung her round and round until she squealed with pleasure。
〃Has something happened？〃 I asked。
Nefret subsided； very carefully； into the chair Emerson held for her； and gave me a warning look。 〃Just a fall。 Good morning； Little Bird。 You had better hurry and finish breakfast； or you will be late for your lessons。〃
〃I think I will not go to them today；〃 Sennia announced。 〃I think I will stay and take care of Aunt Nefret。〃 She sat down on the floor and began stroking the kitten。
〃I think you will not；〃 I said。 〃Don't dawdle。 You must not keep Mrs。 Vandergelt waiting。〃
We got Sennia off after the usual argument； it was not so much the lessons； which she had proclaimed 〃only somewhat boring；〃 as her desire to be with us。 Emerson caved in； as she had known he would； and promised she could e with us to Deir el Medina next day。
〃We must go；〃 he declared。 〃Where is Jumana？ Good Gad； the girl is always late。〃
〃I told her not to join us until after Sennia had left；〃 Ramses said。 〃That must be she now。〃
When she crept in I understood why Ramses had not wanted Sennia to see her。 The girl had no self…control； every emotion she felt showed on her face and in her movements。 Just now she looked like a little old woman； her head bowed and her movements slow。
〃Did she suffer a fall too？〃 I inquired。
〃No！〃 Jumana raised her head。 Her brown eyes were pools of tragedy。 〃I have done wrong。 Very wrong。 I wanted to run away； but I did not； because I knew I should be punished。 Do to me whatever you …〃
〃Stop carrying on and sit down；〃 I said impatiently。 〃Something to do with Jamil； I suppose。 No； Jumana； I do not want any more theatrics。 Emerson； be quiet。 Ramses？〃
He gave us a bare outline of what had transpired； and the sympathy for Jumana that had softened Emerson's keen blue eyes turned to wrath。
〃Good God；〃 he shouted。 〃He might have killed you！ Nefret … Ramses … why didn't you wake me？〃
〃There wasn't time； Father；〃 Ramses said。 He was certainly correct about that； it takes Emerson at least ten minutes to get his wits together when he has been suddenly aroused。 Ramses went on in the same quiet voice； 〃I miscalculated。 I ought to have sent Nefret round to flush him out instead of leaving her there alone。〃
〃Let us not have any further beating of breasts；〃 I said； for I knew his tendency to blame himself for anything that went wrong； whether it was his fault or not。 To be sure； it often was his fault； but in this case anyone might have done the same。
Emerson had gone to stand by Nefret。 He put out his hand； and then drew it back。 〃The stone struck your shoulder？〃
〃Yes。〃 She turned her head to look up at him and winced even as she smiled。 〃I have a few bruises； but that's all the damage。〃
I cleared my throat。 〃Your medical expertise is far beyond mine； of course； but if you would like me …〃
〃Thank you； Mother； but there is no need。 It's all right。 Everything is all right；〃 she added softly。
〃Ah；〃 I said。 〃Good。 Well。 What are we going to do about Jamil？〃
That produced another outburst from Jumana； in the course of which she swore she would never trust Jamil again； and proposed that we beat her and lock her up on bread and water； or marry her off to disgusting old Nuri Said； who had often asked her father for her。 She deserved nothing better。 She deserved any fate we might decree； and would accept it。
I was tempted to shake her； but forbore； deciding I might as well allow her the privilege of self…expression。 When she finally broke off for want of breath； her eyes were swimming with tears。 I did not doubt she was utterly sincere； nor did I doubt that at the same time she was enjoying herself immensely。
〃Now； now；〃 said Emerson feebly； 〃it's all right。 Curse it； don't cry。〃
〃How can you forgive me？〃 she demanded in tragic accents。
〃We offered Jamil a second chance。 Can we do less for you； who are guilty of nothing except misplaced love and loyalty？〃
〃Quite right；〃 I said； before the melodrama could continue。 〃What is wanted now； Jumana； is for you to behave like … well； like Nefret and me。 Tears and self…reproach are tricks some females employ in order to evade responsibility。 I do not permit them here。 You are … potentially … the equal of any man； and you must …〃
〃Peabody；〃 Emerson said。 His accents were severe； but there was a twinkle in his handsome blue eyes。
〃Yes； quite。 I believe I have made my point； Jumana。 You did a foolish thing； and I trust you have learned a valuable lesson。 The question I asked has not been answered。 Have you another appointment with Jamil？〃
Ramses answered for her。 〃I doubt he will keep it now。 It was for tonight。 The same place； Jumana？〃
〃Yes。 We played in the ruins there； when we were children。 But Ramses is right； he will not e now； he will believe I betrayed him。 He has found another tomb。 It is in the Cemetery of the Monkeys。 But …〃 She was watching Nefret。 〃But you know。 You were listening！〃
Her voice held a note of accusation。 Ramses； who in my opinion suffers from an overly sensitive conscience； was not moved on this occasion to apologize。
〃You should be glad we did；〃 he said。 〃You have nothing to be ashamed of； Jumana。 You told him you would not steal for him； and you tried to persuade him to give himself up； and now you have confessed； of your own accord。〃
〃So long as you have confessed all；〃 I added； for Jumana had responded to his praise with a placent smile。 The young are resilient； and a good thing； too； for brooding over past mistakes is a waste of time； but it wouldn't do to let the girl off too lightly。 〃We are willing to give you a second chance； Jumana； but if I learn that you have held something back …〃
〃No。 No； I swear！〃
〃So he's found another tomb； has he？〃 Emerson mused。 〃Talented young rascal。〃
I frowned at Emerson； who is too easily distracted by archaeological speculation； and continued my questioning of the girl。
〃How did he municate with you before？〃
〃I was given a message … just a scrap of paper； with a few words scribbled on it … yesterday； when we were at Gurneh。 By Mohammed Hammad。〃
Swearing inventively； Emerson agreed we must stop at Gurneh on our way to the site and question Mohammed Hammad。 The village was up and about its daily business and we were greeted politely。 However； when we called on Mohammed Hammad； we discovered that the bird had flown。 His wife … his elderly wife … said he had business in Coptos。 His son said he had gone to Cairo。 One of his acquaintances was more forthing。 〃He ran away； Father of Curses； when he found out about the death of Abdul Hassa