The Messenger

English. “Parameters.”
    “Please, Gabriel. We share a bond that extends far beyond the rules of engagement governing contact between known operatives of other services.”
    “I see you’ve started your training.”
    “Little by little,” she said. “It helps to relieve the boredom of living alone on this farm.”
    “Are you well, Sarah?”
    “The days are all right, but the nights are very hard.”
    “They will be for a long time. Working for the Agency will help, though. Do you know where they’re going to put you?”
    “The Saudi desk,” she said. “I insisted.”
    The woods shook with the rumble of distant thunder. Sarah asked about Julian Isherwood.
    “At the moment his situation is very similar to yours.”
    “Where have you got him?”
    “Sarah.”
    “Come on, Gabriel.”
    “He’s tucked away in an old house near Land’s End in Cornwall.”
    “And the gallery?”
    “It’s closed at the moment. Your departure from London caused quite a scandal. The boys at the bar in Green’s restaurant miss you very much.”
    “I miss them, too. But I miss your team more.”
    “Everyone sends their best.” Gabriel hesitated. “They also asked me to apologize to you.”
    “For what?”
    “We let you down, Sarah. It’s obvious that we were spotted by bin Shafiq or Zizi’s security men.”
    “Maybe it was my fault.” She shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter. We all came out alive, and we got eleven of them in that house. And we foiled a plot to assassinate the president. Not bad, Gabriel.”
    There was another rumble of thunder, this one closer. Sarah looked up at the sky.
    “I have to ask you a few questions, Sarah. There are some things we need to know before we can close the books on the operation.”
    Her gaze remained skyward. “You need to know what I told them in that house in Switzerland.”
    “I know you were filled with drugs. I know you’ve probably tried to purge it from your memory.”
    She looked at him and shook her head. “I haven’t tried to forget,” she said. “In fact, I remember every word.”
    The first raindrops began to fall. Sarah seemed not to notice. They walked on through the trees, and she told him everything.

    C ARTER DROVE Gabriel to Dulles Airport and shepherded him through security. They sat together in a special diplomatic lounge and waited for the flight to be called. Carter passed the time by watching the evening news. Gabriel’s attention was focused on the man seated on the opposite side of the lounge: Prince Bashir, the Saudi ambassador to the United States.
    “Don’t even think about it, Gabriel.”
    “Public confrontations aren’t my style, Adrian.”
    “Maybe not, but Bashir rather enjoys them.”
    As if on cue the Saudi rose and walked across the lounge. He stood over Gabriel but did not extend his hand. “I hear you made quite a spectacle of yourself on Capitol Hill this morning, Mr. Allon. Jewish lies and propaganda but amusing nonetheless.”
    “The testimony was supposed to be secret, Bashir.”
    “Nothing happens in this town that I don’t know about. And it’s Prince Bashir.” The ambassador looked at Carter. “Were you responsible for this circus today, Adrian?”
    “The senators issued the subpoena, Your Royal Highness. The Agency had nothing to do with it.”
    “You should have done something to prevent it.”
    “This isn’t Riyadh, Mr. Ambassador.”
    Bashir glared at Carter, then returned to his seat.
    “I guess I won’t be eligible for the Saudi retirement plan.”
    “What?”
    “Never mind,” said Carter.
    Ten minutes later Gabriel’s flight was called. Carter walked him to his gate.
    “Oh, I nearly forgot something. The president called while you were talking to Sarah. He wanted to say thank you. He said he’ll catch you another time.”
    “Tell him not to worry about it.”
    “He also said he wanted you to move forward on that matter you discussed on the South Lawn.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Sure about what?”
    “Are you sure the president used those words?”
    “Positive,” said Carter. “What did you two talk about that night, anyway?”
    “Our conversation was private, Adrian, and it will remain so.”
    “Good man,” said Carter.
    They shook hands, then Gabriel turned and boarded the plane.

40.

Tiberias, Israel

    T HE NEXT NIGHT WAS S HABBAT . Gabriel slept until early afternoon, then showered and dressed and drove with Chiara to the Valley of Jezreel. They stopped briefly at Tel