The two greeted other guests and visitors, but were soon escorted by staff members to the front of the great hall and were quickly instructed on the day’s events. “It is not a good idea to anger Zuwayy, Kamal,” Susan said to her husband in a low voice. “He commands much respect in North Africa and elsewhere. The fundamentalists love him, and most of his enemies fear him.”

“He is a popinjay and a pretender,” Salaam said disgustedly. “We all thought Colonel Qadhafi was a ruthless dictator, but Zuwayy is a hundred times worse. I had hoped a real al-Sanusi had taken over the Libyan government— then perhaps we’d see peace in our lifetime. Unfortunately, Egypt and most of Europe has to prepare to defend itself against whatever power-mad move he and his Mujahadeen crackpots will come up with.” He glanced over his shoulder and noticed al-Khan still speaking with Zuwayy. “Or maybe we should be defending ourselves against the enemy right in our own house.”

“Khalid al-Khan may not be one of your staunchest supporters, Kamal,” Susan said, “but he represents the loyal opposition.”

Salaam smiled, then squeezed his wife’s hand tenderly. “My wife, you are one of the most intelligent and thoughtful women I have ever known, on a par with the greatest minds, in our great country, but you know so little of power politics,” Salaam said. ‘Ten years in the U.S. Air Force as an intelligence officer is indeed impressive but insignificant experience compared to one year sitting across a People’s Assembly chamber arguing with men like Zuwayy and al-Khan. They and other members of the ‘loyal opposition’ would just as soon throw a punch or an insult as they would squish a fig.”

“You think I am really that innocent, Kamal?” Susan asked playfully.

Salaam basked in the unearthly glow of her sly smile. “I would never accuse you of being ‘innocent,’ my love,” he said. “But even scholars and ulamas like Khan have no compunction about going outside the law to get what they want. There is too much at stake for them, both in this world and in the next. They are fanatical—they believe they are on a mission, their actions fully justified and sanctioned by God. The nation, the land, even their homes, means nothing to them compared to what they perceive as the will of Allah. That vision obscures everything.” His eyes narrowed, and his grip on his wife’s hand tightened. “Always be watchful for the enemy. Trust no one. Question everything.”

“All I have to do to learn about the real world is watch you, Kamal,” Susan said. “The one thing I trust is your love for your country and your people.”

“And my love for you, Sekhmet,” Salaam said, using the ancient Egyptian nickname he had given her, which meant “huntress.” “My love comes before the people, the country, even before God. Never forget that.”