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CHAPTER NINE

THEY WERE DRIVEN the short distance from the runway to the palace.

As the car slowed to a halt Adele was pleasantly surprised when the door opened and she realised that it was Fatiq who had rushed to help his wife out of the car.

Leila gave a small cry of delight when she saw him and he was clearly pleased to see his wife and greeted her warmly.

For a moment Adele relaxed and she almost forgot he was a king.

But then she saw the look he shot at Zahir and she would never forget again.

They came into the entrance and Leila smiled at Adele. ‘I am going to go up to my suite. You will be taken care of.’

‘Thank you. Would you like me to help you up the stairs?’ Adele offered.

‘I will be fine.’

As Fatiq helped Leila up the steps she paused and held onto her stomach midway and bent over a little and he looked down at Zahir again.

Zahir stared back and Adele could feel the stand-off between the two men and it gave her goosebumps.

‘Samina will take care of you from now,’ Zahir informed her, and he walked off. She watched as guards opened two large engraved doors, which he went through.

The palace was splendid, and Adele had only seen the entrance.

There was a gentle, cool breeze and tiny hummingbirds were taking nectar from flowers even though they were inside. She looked at the dark staircase and ancient walls and heard the delicate sound of fountains.

She was shown to her suite and, as Leila had said, there was a stunning array of gowns for her to choose from.

Samina gave her some lessons, such as how to tie a scarf so it did not slide down and how to greet the King or Queen if they passed in the corridor.

‘We have a system,’ Samina explained. ‘If Queen Leila needs you, she will summon you with this...’ There was a small tablet by the bed. ‘If you are not in your suite the message will go directly to your phone.’

It was a surprisingly modern system, yet there was nothing modern about her suite which was beautiful.

There was a velvet rope above her bed, which Adele was told she was to use to summon meals. There was a carved stone stairway that led down to her own beach and, as she walked through the large lounge, Samina opened some shutters and Adele looked down at a stunning mosaic pool below that was hers to enjoy.

‘It is very private,’ Samina explained. ‘You can swim and if you want refreshments brought out to you, just pull the bell on the wall there.’ She pointed down to it. ‘Would you like supper here in your suite or down by the pool?’

Adele chose the pool.

It was so tranquil.

Even here tiny hummingbirds hovered and sipped nectar from the flowers, yet despite the gorgeous surroundings Leila couldn’t quite relax.

She had seen the look Fatiq had given his son. He blamed Zahir for his wife having surgery.

Adele was starting to understand just how resistant the King was to change.

And that left her and Zahir nowhere.

She called the nursing home and was told that her mother appeared comfortable and that there was no change.

There never was.

Later, Leila paged her and said that the palace healer would like to meet with her.

Samina took Adele through to the King and Queen’s wing and showed her to Leila’s room.

Outside was a robed man, who followed Leila inside.

He was introduced to her as the palace healer. Adele gave him the letter that Mr Oman had written and he read it and then spoke a little with Leila.

After he had gone she and Leila enjoyed a gentle stroll around the gardens. The sun was starting to set and there was the lovely sweet fragrance of jasmine.

‘Is it good to be home?’ Adele asked.

‘So good,’ Leila said. ‘I will enjoy the peace for now. Things are going to get very busy soon now that Zahir is back. My husband wants to move ahead with a selection ceremony so that Zahir can choose his bride, but I have said I am too weak for that just now. In a month’s time perhaps.’

And, yes, as much as it had hurt to hear it from Zahir, she was glad he had warned her so that she did not hear it first from his mother.

* * *

In the first few days, while Adele had worried she might be unnecessary, blissful as it was to mainly relax, she realised that Leila had been right to request a nurse to care for her in her home.

The Queen had some minor post-operative problems, which Adele was pleased to reassure her often happened.

‘I shall call Mr Oman and see if you need antibiotics.’

‘I want to speak with the palace healer also.’

Leila had seen him on the day she had arrived home but it had been a brief visit.

This was a more comprehensive consultation. He came to the Queen’s chambers and they spoke at length. Leila translated what was said.

‘He suggests that, starting tomorrow, I walk barefoot on the sand and that shall help my genitals and get me grounded.’

Adele blinked.

‘He wants me to take a course in the healing baths. I have to have another woman come with me. That will be you. He is also going to speak with the attar and have him prepare a remedy.’ Leila spoke with him again but they both were looking at Adele. ‘He says you carry too much tension in your solar plexus.’ Leila gave her a smile. ‘I agree.’

Adele nodded yet she was troubled, especially when a maid came to her room the following morning with a muslin bathing dress that she was to wear under her robe and also a slender vial from the attar.

‘This is for the Queen?’ Adele checked, deciding that she would call Mr Oman before she administered it.

‘No,’ the maid said. ‘The Queen already has her remedy. This has been prepared for you. You are to keep it at body temperature and carry it in your robe, and take a sip morning and night.’

‘For me? But what’s in it?’

The maid didn’t answer and, troubled about what the Queen had been given, Adele decided to call Mr Oman. She was surprised to find he had already had a long conversation with the healer.

‘Yes, he discussed it with me,’ Mr Oman said. ‘I agree that Leila should be out in the sun and the herbs he recommends are an excellent choice. Make sure she completes the antibiotics.’

They had a gorgeous morning, walking barefoot on the beach, and then Adele helped Leila down some stones steps. The healing baths were cut into rocks and filled by the ocean, and they took off their robes and got in.

It was bliss.

Unlike the ocean, here the water was calm and there was just the occasional gentle lulling wave.

‘I needed this.’ Leila closed her eyes and lay on her back and Adele found she was soon doing the same. ‘The nurse at the hospital put salt in my bath, but of course it cannot match the magic of the ocean.’

Colour was returning to Leila’s face and as the days passed, Adele realised just how tense she herself had been because she was starting to unwind.

Maybe she should try the remedy.

Adele didn’t know why, all she knew was that she felt relaxed here.

That afternoon, when Leila had gone for a rest, instead of walking towards the beach, as she did most afternoons, Adele headed to the desert-facing side of the palace.

And it was there, for the first time since arriving, that she saw him.

Zahir was driving out through his own private exit when he saw Adele.

* * *

Her hair was blonder from swimming in the ocean and her cheeks were pinker. She looked very beautiful in a lilac robe and silver scarf.

He slowed the car to a stop and got out and she walked towards him.

‘Am I not supposed to be here?’ Adele checked.

‘You can walk anywhere,’ he said, ‘unless it is gated. Don’t worry, you cannot accidentally access the royal beach or gardens, they are all guarded. Just wander as you please.’

‘I shall, then.’

He looked amazing in his robes and the keffiyeh brought out the silver in his eyes. He no longer had stubble on his jaw, it was way more than that, and he was simply beautiful.

‘How has your time here been?’ he asked her.

‘Amazing,’ Adele said. ‘I can’t say I’ve really been working...’

‘My mother is very pleased that you are here. She said you have been liaising with Mr Oman.’

Adele nodded.

‘And she says that the healer prescribed you a remedy.’

‘He did,’ Adele said. ‘I don’t know whether I should take it. I don’t know what’s in it.’

Zahir smiled and when he did, her stomach turned into a gymnast, because it didn’t just somersault, it felt as it was tumbling over and over.

‘Do you have it with you?’ he asked, for he knew how things worked and that a potion should be carried by the recipient and kept at body temperature.

She nodded and went into her robe and handed over the vial.

He read the intricate writing that she could not understand.

‘It’s fine to drink, though just a sip morning and night,’ Zahir told her. ‘Do you know, my father and I were just talking and he pointed out that both Dakan and I have never been ill? He is right. I remember when I was studying medicine and I joined the rugby team. I strained my shoulder. I was new in London and I was surprised that they strapped it and suggested pain and anti-inflammatory medication. I ended up at a Chinese herbalist.’

‘Did it help?’

‘Yes,’ Zahir said. ‘It did.’

He had returned to Mamlakat Almas so gung-ho and demanding yet he could see the rapid improvement in his mother and he was quietly pleased that the healer had taken some time for Adele also.

She carried pain.

Emotional pain.

It was something he could both see and feel and something modern medicine had little room for.

He had seen it when he had shone the torch into her eyes, but he had expected to see it then. She had been hit after all. But the pain he had seen wasn’t acute.

It was chronic.

Layer upon layer of pain.

He could only imagine his colleagues’ reactions if he had written that in his notes.

‘I am just going to look at the site for the new hospital.’

‘Are the plans going well?’

‘No,’ Zahir admitted. ‘Would you like to join me?’

‘Is it allowed?’

‘Of course,’ he said. ‘If the hospital goes ahead we would need nurses. Why wouldn’t I seek your opinion?’

He was giving her the same explanation he would give his father. The truth was, he wanted some time with her.

It had been a long week, knowing that she was here and wondering how she was doing but being unable to enquire.

* * *

It was lovely to be out with Zahir.

He drove the car through ancient, dusty streets and then through a very modern city, at least in part.

There was an eclectic mix of ancient and modern. The most fashionable boutiques were housed in ancient buildings and there were locals and tourists, bikes and old cars along with sports cars and stretch limousines. Then there were towering modern hotels.

‘We have everything but a workable health system,’ Zahir told her. ‘We have a good education system yet our best brains travel overseas to study medicine and few want to work back here once they have.’

They drove a little further and came to a small, rundown-looking building.

‘This is the medical centre,’ he explained.

They walked in and he spoke with a nervous receptionist who quickly summoned someone, a young woman, who showed them through the facility.

There was some very basic equipment and an occasional gleaming piece of machinery.

‘Dakan and I bought these defibrillators last year. The trouble is, we need to train people in their use. It is a multi-faceted problem. This is the theatre...’

They stepped in and Adele could see why the Queen would seek treatment elsewhere.

‘What do you see happening?’ Adele asked. ‘Tear it down and start again?’

‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘This building should be the gateway to the new, though that is not my idea...’ He led her through and they walked outside. The heat hit them like an open oven door and, in contrast to the busy street at the front, to the rear there was a vast expanse of nothing and they looked out to the desert.

‘Like most cities, it is overcrowded and there is a clamour for space, yet this land had been held back for generations. The architects and advisors of the time knew that the city would one day need more room. I cannot build anything, though, without the King’s approval. I want a facility that incorporates both traditional and modern medicine. I want them combined.’

‘It would be amazing,’ Adele said. ‘What about the healers? Would they agree?’

‘We are all healers,’ Zahir said. ‘It is time to put ego aside and to exchange knowledge and respect each other’s ways. It was the palace healer who suggested my mother seek treatment elsewhere.’

They walked through the building and out to the car.

‘I should get you back,’ Zahir said.

He made absolutely no reference to the two of them and she looked out of the car window at a large sun in a pink sky. ‘I’d love to see the desert.’

‘I will see that it is arranged,’ Zahir said.

They both knew that it wasn’t what she had meant.

She’d wanted to know if he had sought solutions about them, but more than that she wanted to go to the desert with him.