Interesting. Knox used the Phoenician name for the western end of the Mediterranean where Gibraltar bends low to kiss Tangier. The Greeks and Romans called it the Pillars of Herakles. Nina knew from bitter classroom experience that when it came to names, Knox was as precise as a brain surgeon.

“Well, I’m terribly busy”

“Dr. Kirov, I might as well admit it,” Knox interjected. “I need your help. Badly. I’m up to my neck in land archaeologists who are so timid they wear galoshes in the bathtub. We really need to get somebody into the water. It’s a small expedition, about a dozen people, and you’d be the only diver.”.

Knox’s reputation as a skilled fly fisherman was not undeserved. He dangled the Phoenician connection under her nose; set the hook with his sympathetic appeal for help, then reeled her in with the suggestion that as the only diver she would get sole credit for any underwater finds.

Nina could practically see the professor’s pink nose twitching with glee. She shuffled the folders on her desk. “I’ve got a ton of paperwork to finish . .

Knox cut her off at the pass. “I’m well aware of your Cyprus job;” he said. “Congratulations, by the way, for averting a crisis between NATO partners. I’ve taken care of everything. I have two highly competent teaching fellows who would love to gain experience in dealing with the red tape that is such a substantial part of archaeology these days. This is a preliminary survey. We’ll only be a week or ten days. And by then my trusted young Myrmidons will have .dotted all the I’s and crossed all the T’s.

You don’t have to decide this minute. I’ll fax you some material. Take a peek at it and get back to me.”

“How long do you need, Dr. Knox?”

An hour would do. Cheerio.”

Nina put the phone down and laughed out loud. An hour.

Almost immediately, paper began to spew from the fax machine like lava from an erupting volcano. It was the project proposal Knox submitted with his funding request. He wanted money to survey an area for GrecoRoman or possibly other ruins. The standard Knox sales pitch, a tantalizing mix of facts and possibilities, designed to make his project stand out in bold relief from all the others competing for funds.

Nina breezed through the proposal with a practiced eye and shifted her attention to the map. The survey locus was between the mouth of the Draa River and the western Sahara on the Moroccan coastal plain that stretched from Tangier to Essaouria. Tapping her teeth with the tip of her ballpoint pen, she studied an enlarged section of the area. The coastal indentation looked as if the cartographer had hiccupped while drawing the ” shoreline. Noting the site’s proximity to the Canary Islands, she leaned back in her chair and thought how she needed to get out into the field before she went insane. She picked up the telephone and dialed.