The Quest: A Novel

New Year included any of that, so he also proposed, “To a safe and successful journey.”
    Vivian said to Henry, “And thank you for this night.”
    Purcell offered, “We’ll split the bill.”
    “No, no,” said Mercado. “This is my Christmas gift to you both.”
    “Thank you,” said Vivian.
    Purcell noticed that the table was set for four, and he wonderedif Mercado’s lady friend was joining him, but he didn’t ask. Henry, however, brought it up. “I have an old friend in Rome—Jean—whom I mentioned to Frank, but she couldn’t join us.”
    Purcell doubted if the lady was named Jean, and he looked at Henry, who smiled at him.
Bastard.
    Vivian said, “We’d like to meet her.”
    They looked at the menus and Vivian noted that the food didn’t seem much different than traditional Italian, but Mercado assured her that there were subtle differences, and he offered to order for everyone, which he did. Mercado then held court for the rest of the evening, and if Purcell didn’t know better, he’d think that Henry was trying to re-impress Vivian, who handled the balancing act well, giving equal time to her host and former lover and to her new beau.
    They left the restaurant at 3 A.M. and Mercado walked with Vivian and Purcell part of the way to their nearby hotel, then wished them Merry Christmas and continued on to the Excelsior.
    Purcell and Vivian strolled hand in hand through the quiet streets and Vivian said, “I didn’t know Henry had a lady friend in Rome.”
    “I’m sure Henry has a lady in every city.”
    “And you?”
    “Only four—Addis Ababa, Cairo, Geneva, and Rome.”
    She leaned over and gave him a kiss. They continued on and Vivian said, “Wasn’t that a beautiful Mass?”
    “It was.”
    “Could you live in Rome?”
    “I would need a job.”
    She pointed out, “If we find the Holy Grail, you probably won’t need a job.”
    “Right. Let’s ask ten million. Dollars, not lire.”
    “We’re not going to steal the Grail or sell it. But you and Henry will write a book, and I’ll supply the photographs, and we’ll all be famous.”
    “Don’t forget your camera.”
    On the subject of money, Purcell had informed Vivian in Cairo that the AP, which he’d been working for when he went missing inside a Khmer Rouge prison camp, had generously given him a year’sback pay on his release. As with Henry’s back pay after four years in the Gulag, it wasn’t the easiest money Purcell had ever made, but the lump sum came in handy when he’d collected it in New York. He still had most of it, and this was paying for his Roman Holiday, and
L’Osservatore Romano
would pay the expenses for his Ethiopian assignment, sans salary. He assumed Henry would work out something similar for his photographer.
    As for Vivian’s finances, she’d told him in Cairo that she had a small trust fund, though she never mentioned its source or anything about her family. All he knew about her past was that she’d gone to boarding school in Geneva. If there was anything more she wanted to tell him, she would. Meanwhile they were in Rome and in love.
La dolce vita
.
    Most of the restaurants in Rome were closed on Christmas Day, but the concierge booked Christmas dinner for them at the Grand Hotel de la Minerva because he said Vivian was as beautiful as the goddess Minerva. That cost Purcell thirty thousand lire, but Vivian paid for dinner, which was her Christmas gift to him. His to her would be a trip to Tuscany.
    Purcell rented a car and they drove to Tuscany and spent the week touring, staying at country inns, then they drove up to Florence for New Year’s Eve, where they joined the crowd in the Piazza della Signoria and celebrated the arrival of the New Year on a cold clear winter night.
    They drove back to Rome on New Year’s Day and returned to the Hotel Forum in midafternoon.
    There was a handwritten message at the desk from Henry that said, “Col. Gann will arrive at Fiumicino Jan. 4. Staying at Excelsior. Dinner at Hassler Roof 8 P.M . Call me when you’ve returned. Can you go to Berini next week? Good news about our visas.” It was signed, “Love, Henry.”
    Purcell said, “Well, it seems that we are going to Ethiopia.”
    Vivian nodded.
    They returned to their room and Purcell called Henry at the office. “Happy New Year,” Purcell said.
    “And to you. Are you in Rome?”
    “We are. Got your message.”
    “Good, come join me for cocktails and we’ll catch up. Excelsior, say