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pointed or relieved。
Al himself came over； a small； impossibly hirsute man。 〃Good evening； professor！〃 he cried。 〃Nice night； eh？〃
〃Sure；〃 said Holroyd。 Over Al's hair…matted shoulder； he could see a small television； its grainy image struggling through a film of grease。 It was always tuned to CNN； and the sound was always off。 There was an image of the shuttle Republic； showing an astronaut floating upside down； tethered by a white cord； the magnificent blue orb of Earth as a backdrop。 He felt a quick familiar feeling of longing and turned back to Al's cheerful face。
Al slapped the table with a floury hand。 〃What tonight？ We've got good anchovy pizza； ing out in five minutes。 You like anchovy？〃
Holroyd hesitated a moment。 Probably she'd thought better of making such a long trip； after all； he hadn't exactly been encouraging on the telephone。 〃I love anchovies；〃 he said。 〃Bring me two slices。〃
〃Angelo！ Two slices anchovy for the professor！〃 Al cried as he swept back behind the counter。 Holroyd watched him walk away； then reached for the paper bag and dumped the contents onto the tabletop。 A notebook； two blue high…lighters； and paperback copies of The White Nile； Aku Aku； and Lansing's Endurance fell out。 With a sigh； he fanned the pages of Endurance； located the paper clip； and settled back。
He heard the familiar squeal of the pizza parlor door and caught a glimpse of a young woman struggling through； lugging a large portfolio case。 She had unusual bronze…colored hair that broke in waves over her shoulders； and penetrating hazel eyes。 Her body was slim； and as she dragged the case through the door he couldn't help but notice a shapely rear。 She turned and he looked up quickly； guiltily； only to be arrested by her face： smart； restless； impatient。
This couldn't be her。
The woman glanced up and the hazel eyes met his。 He quickly shut the book and smoothed a hand over his hair； made unruly by the motorcycle ride。 The woman walked straight toward him； dumped her portfolio on the table； and slid into the far side of the booth with a cool rustle of her long legs。 She brushed back the copper…colored hair。 Her skin was tan； and he noticed a scattering of freckles along the bridge of her nose。
〃Hi；〃 she said。 〃Are you Peter Holroyd？〃
He nodded。 And experienced a moment of panic。 This was not the frowsy scholar he'd expected： this woman was lovely。
〃I'm Nora Kelly。〃 She extended her hand。
Holroyd hesitated a moment。 Then he put the book down and shook the proffered hand。 The fingers were cool and unexpectedly strong。
〃Sorry to corner you like this。 Thanks for meeting with me。〃
Holroyd tried a smile。 〃Well； your story was interesting。 But a little vague。 I'm interested in hearing more about this lost city in the desert。〃
〃Well； I'm afraid it has to be vague for the time being。 You can understand the need for secrecy。〃
〃Then I'm not sure what I can do for you；〃 Holroyd said。 〃It's like I told you on the phone。 All those requests have to go through my boss。〃 He hesitated。 〃I'm just here to learn a little more。〃
〃Your boss would be Dr。 Watkins。 Yes； I talked to him； too。 Real nice guy。 Modest； too。 I like that in a man。 Too bad he couldn't spare me more than nine seconds。〃
Holroyd began to laugh； then quickly stifled himself。 〃So what's your position at the Institute？〃 he asked； shifting in the booth。
〃I'm an assistant professor。〃
〃Assistant professor；〃 Holroyd repeated。 〃And you're the one in charge of the expedition？ Or is there someone else？〃
The woman gave him a penetrating look。 〃I'm kind of at the same level you are。 Fairly low down on the totem pole； not really in control of my own destiny。 This；〃 she patted her portfolio； 〃could change all that。〃
Holroyd wasn't sure if he should be offended。 〃So when exactly do you need the data？ It might speed things up if the Institute's president contacted my boss directly…he's always impressed by big names。〃 He mentally kicked himself for sounding a disparaging note about his boss。 You never knew when something like that might find its way back； and Watkins was not the forgiving type。
She leaned toward him。 〃Mr。 Holroyd； I've got a confession to make。 I'm not working right now with the plete support of the Institute。 The fact is； they won't even consider an expedition to find this city until I bring them proof。 That's why I need your help。〃
〃Why are you so interested in finding this city？〃
〃Because it could be the greatest archaeological discovery of our time。〃
〃And how do you know that？〃
Al appeared； bearing two huge slices of pizza dense with anchovies。 He slid them under Holroyd's nose。 A salty aroma wafted upward。
〃Not on the portfolio！〃 the woman cried。 Taken aback by the sudden tone of mand； Al scooped the slices onto a neighboring table； apologizing profusely as he backed away。
〃And bring me an iced tea； please！〃 she called after him； then turned back to Holroyd。 〃Look； Peter…can I call you Peter？…I didn't drive all the way here to waste your time on some dime…a…dozen digsite。〃 She drew closer； and Holroyd caught a faint clean scent of shampoo。 〃Ever hear of Coronado； the Spanish explorer？ He came into the Southwest in 1540； looking for the Seven Cities of Gold。 A friar had gone north years before； looking for souls to save； and he returned with a huge； drilled emerald crystal and stories of lost cities。 But when Coronado himself came northward； he found only the mud pueblos of the Indian tribes of New Mexico； none of whom had gold or wealth。 But at a place called Cicuye； the Indians told him about a city of priests； called Quivira； where they ate from plates of gold and drank from golden goblets。 Of course； this drove Coronado and his men into a frenzy。〃
The tea came； and she cracked the plastic seal from the cap and took a sip。 〃Some of the natives told him Quivira was way to the east； in present…day Texas。 Others said it was in Kansas。 So Coronado and his army went eastward。 But when he got to Kansas； the Indians said Quivira was far to the west； in the country of the Red Stones。 Eventually； Coronado returned to Mexico； a broken man； convinced he'd been chasing a chimera。〃
〃Interesting；〃 Holroyd said。 〃But it doesn't prove anything。〃
〃Coronado wasn't the only one to hear these stories。 In 1776； two Spanish friars； Escalante and Dominguez； traveled westward from Santa Fe； trying to blaze an overland route to California。 I've got their report here somewhere。〃 She dug into her portfolio； retrieved a creased sheet of paper； and began reading。
Our Paiute guides took us through difficult country； by what seemed to us a perverse route； northward instead of westward。 When we remarked upon this； the response was that the Paiutes never traveled through the country to the west。 Asked the reason； they became sullen and silent。 Halfway through our journey； near the Crossing of the Fathers on the Colorado River； half of them deserted。 It was never clear from the rest exactly what lay to the west that caused such strong emotion。 One spoke of a great city； destroyed because the priests there had enslaved the world； and tried to usurp the power of the sun itself。 Others hinted darkly of a slumbering evil which they dared not awaken。
She replaced the sheet of paper。 〃And that's not all。 In 1824； an American mountain man by the name of Josiah Blake was captured by Ute Indians。 In those days； exceptionally brave captives were sometimes offered a choice between death or joining the tribe。 Blake naturally joined the tribe。 He later married a Ute woman。 Utes are nomadic； and at certain times of the year they would venture deep into the Utah canyon country。 Once； in a particularly remote area west of the Escalante； a Ute pointed toward the setting sun and mentioned that in that direction lay a ruined city of fabulous wealth。 The Utes never ventured any closer； but they gave Blake an engraved turquoise disk that had supposedly e from the city。 When he finally got back to white civilization ten years later； he swore that one day he would find this lost place。 Eventually； he went back to look for it and was never seen again。〃
She took another sip of tea and placed the bottle carefu