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an echo of Gerard’s advice, but more out of her own knowledge and hope that Sarah answered—and behind the sweetness of her voice there was a ring of certainty and conscious authority.
    â€˜You will now.’
    â€˜Shall I?’ His voice was wistful. ‘Perhaps…’
    â€˜You’ll have courage now. I’m sure of it.’
    He drew himself up—flung back his head.
    â€˜Courage? Yes, that’s all that’s needed. Courage!’
    Suddenly he bent his head, touched her hand with his lips. A minute later he had left her.

Chapter 12
    Sarah went down to the big marquee. She found her three fellow travelers there. They were sitting at table eating. The guide was explaining that there was another party here.
    â€˜They came two days ago. Go day after tomorrow. Americans. The mother, very fat, very difficult get here! Carried in chair by bearers—they say very hard work—they get very hot—yes.’
    Sarah gave a sudden spurt of laughter. Of course, take it properly, the whole thing was funny!
    The fat dragoman looked at her gratefully. He was not finding his task too easy. Lady Westholme had contradicted him out of Baedeker three times that day and had now found fault with the type of bed provided. He was grateful to the one member of his party who seemed to be unaccountably in a good temper.
    â€˜Ha!’ said Lady Westholme. ‘I think these peoplewere at the Solomon. I recognized the old mother as we arrived here. I think I saw you talking to her at the hotel, Miss King.’
    Sarah blushed guiltily, hoping Lady Westholme had not overheard much of that conversation.
    â€˜Really, what possessed me!’ she thought to herself in an agony.
    In the meantime Lady Westholme had made a pronouncement. ‘Not interesting people at all. Very provincial,’ she said.
    Miss Pierce made eager sycophantish noises and Lady Westholme embarked on a history of various interesting and prominent Americans whom she had met recently.
    The weather being so unusually hot for the time of year, an early start was arranged for the morrow.
    The four assembled for breakfast at six o’clock. There were no signs of any of the Boynton family. After Lady Westholme had commented unfavourably on the absence of fruit, they consumed tea, tinned milk, and fried eggs in a generous allowance of fat flanked by extremely salt bacon.
    Then they started forth, Lady Westholme and Dr Gerard discussing with animation on the part of the former the exact value of vitamins in diet and the proper nutrition of the working classes.
    Then there was a sudden hail from the camp andthey halted to allow another person to join the party. It was Mr Jefferson Cope who hurried after them, his pleasant face flushed with the exertion of running.
    â€˜Why, if you don’t mind, I’d like to join your party this morning. Good morning, Miss King. Quite a surprise meeting you and Dr Gerard here. What do you think of it?’
    He made a gesture indicating the fantastic red rocks that stretched in every direction.
    â€˜I think it’s rather wonderful and just a little horrible,’ said Sarah. ‘I always thought of it as romantic and dream-like—the “rose-red city”. But it’s much more real than that—it’s as real as—as raw beef.’
    â€˜And very much the colour of it,’ agreed Mr Cope.
    â€˜But it’s marvelous, too,’ admitted Sarah.
    The party began to climb. Two Bedouin guides accompanied them. Tall men, with an easy carriage, they swung upward unconcernedly in their hobnailed boots completely foot-sure on the slippery slope. Difficulties soon began. Sarah had a good head for heights and so had Dr Gerard. But both Mr Cope and Lady Westholme were far from happy, and the unfortunate Miss Pierce had to be almost carried over the precipitous places, her eyes shut, her face green, while her voice rose ceaselessly in a perpetual wail.
    â€˜I never could