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"Then we should consider ourselves lucky. With Machado and Ammar dead, no intelligence agency in the world can touch us. They were the only link."
"President Hasan didn't have any trouble putting two and two together or I wouldn't be under house arrest."
"Yes," agreed Robeil, "but Hasan can't act against you without solid evidence. If he tried, your followers would rise up and prevent any trial. The family's advice is to keep a low profile while consolidating your power base. At least for another year, to see how the wind blows."
"for now the wind blows at the backs of Hasan, Hala Kaniil and Abu Hamid," said Paul wrad"lly.
"Be patient. Soon your Islamic fundamentalist movement will sweep you into the Egyptian parliament."
Paul looked at Robert with a cagey expression in his eyes. "The discovery of the Alexandria Library treasures might speed things a bit."
"You've read the latest news reportst' asked Robert'
"Yes, the Americans claim they've found the storage chamber in Texas."
"Possession of the ancient geological charts could be to your advantage.
If they point the way to rich oil and mineral reserves, you can claim credit for turning Egypt's economy around. "
"I've considered that possibility," said Paul. "If I read the White House correctly, the President will use the artifacts and scrolls as bargaining chips. While Hasan begs and haggles for a paltry share of Egypt's heritage, I can go before the people and raise the issue as an outrage against our revered ancestors." Paul hesitated, his mind leapfrogging. Then he continued, his eyes narrowing. "With the right semantics I think I can twist Muslim law and the words of the Koran into a rallying cry that will crack Hasan's government."
Robert laughed. "try and keep a straight face when you speak. The Christians may have burned most of the scrolls in A.D. 39 1, but it was the Muslims in 646 who destroyed the Library forever."
A waiter began serving Scottish smoked salmon and an caviar. They ate for a few minutes in silence.
Then Paul said, "I hope you'realize the burden of seizing the artifacts falls on your shoulders."
Robert stared over the rim of his champagne glass. "You talking to me or Topiltzin?"
Paul laughed. "Topiltzin."
Robert set down the glass and slowly raised his hands in the air as if beseeching a fly on the ceiling. His eyes took on a hypnotic look and he began to speak in a haunting tone.
"We will rise up by the tens of thousands, by the hundreds of thousands.
We will cross the river as one and take what was buried on our land, land that was stolen from us by the Americans. Many will be sacrificed, but the gods demand we take what rightfully belongs to Mexico." Then he dropped his hands and grinned. "Needs a little polishing, of course."
"I believe you've borrowed my script," said Paul, applauding "What's the difference so long as we're family?" Robert took a final forkful of salmon. "Delicious. I could eat smoked salmon by the boatload." He washed it down with the champagne. "If I can seize the treasures and hold on to them, then what?"
I only want the maps. Whatever else can be smuggled out gole's to the family to keep or sell on the black market to wealthy collectors.
Agreed?"
Robert thought a moment, and then nodded. "Agreed."
The waiter brought a tray of glasses, a bottle of brandy and a box of cigars.
Paul slowly lit a panatella. He looked questioningly through the smoke at his brother. "How do you intend to grab the Library treasures?"
"I had planned to launch a massive, unarmed invasion of the American border states after I gained power. This strikes me as a good opportunity for a test run." Robert stared at his glass as he swirled his brandy. "Once I set the wheels of my organization in motion, the poor in the cities and the peasants of the country will be gathered up and transported north to Roma, Texas. I can assemble three, perhaps as many as four hundred thousand on our side of the Rio Grande in four days."
"What about American resistance?"
"Every soldier, border patrolman and sheriff in Texas will be helpless to stop the crush. I plan to put t
he women and children in the first wave across the bridge and river. Americans are a maudlin lot. They may have slaughtered villagers in Vietnam, but they won't massacre unarmed civilians on their own doorstep. I can also play on White House fears of a nasty international incident. The President won't dare issue orders to shoot. Static resistance will be inundated by a human tide that will sweep up through Roma and occupy the underground vault containing the Library treasures."
"And Topiltzin will lead them?"
