By now the sun was only a streak of burning crimson on the horizon and by the time they reached the Temple of Luxor the river had turned from gold to purple.
The Temple seemed to welcome them and once again the Duke took Irisa’s hand as they moved past the beautiful columns and out on the other side to the waste land with its mud huts.
There was still enough light to lead them to the wooden house protected by the high palm trees and, when they reached the shrubs, Irisa halted.
“We will meet again tomorrow?” the Duke asked.
“Perhaps I have – shown you all – you wish to see?”
“You know without my saying it that I must see you and I have only touched the fringe of what I want to know and hear.”
“After what has – happened today, you may be disappointed with – everything else.”
“That is
