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excused himself.
    ‘Perhaps there wouldn’t be much point,’ Rosa conceded. She had always had a soft spot for Owen, especially since that business of the ransom. Indeed, if ever Zeinab should fall by the wayside, and if, by any unfortunate chance her husband, too, should be struck down, then—She brushed aside the possibility that Owen might have his own views. Rosa believed that whoever her mate was, she and he would be of one mind; hers.
    She offered him some tsatsiki. While he was eating it, she squatted down beside him and asked about the regulator.
    ‘You know,’ she said, looking in her husband’s direction, ‘he’s not really the man for this. Water is not a liquid he’s had much to do with. And he knows nothing, absolutely nothing, about gardens. I’m the only flower he’s heard of.’
    ‘I know,’ said Owen, ‘but he’s a wonderful man at getting people to talk to him.’
    Georgiades and the gardener were coming back through the bushes.
    ‘Yes, well, I could put them in the stream, I suppose,’ Georgiades was conceding, ‘but I’m not happy about it. Not with all these thieves about. Now if there was a ghaffir around—’
    ‘Him?’ said the gardener. ‘He’d be the first to take them!’
     
    At the regulator all was calm. The water winked placidly in the sun. Some papyrus heads which had crept through the main barrage circled slowly up to the breach and then spun away again. The workmen were sitting up on the bank. Macrae and Ferguson stood on top of the regulator looking down into the breach and conferring.
    ‘We’ve stopped it up,’ said Macrae. ‘Now we’ve got to find a way of letting the water through again.’
    ‘But controlled,’ said Ferguson.
    ‘We’re thinking of using the undamaged gate. It’s the other one that’s the problem.’
    ‘Aye,’ said Ferguson.
    They took Owen back to their little office and produced coffee. Then Macrae sat back.
    ‘We’ve talked to the men,’ he said.
    ‘Talked to the men?’
    ‘Aye. About the dynamite. We’ve told them it won’t do. Now I don’t mind the odd spot of pilfering. But dynamite is different.’
    ‘Yes, but—’
    ‘Y’see, that hole in the shed was clean cut. It was done with proper tools. Now we reckon that whoever did it must have brought his tools with him. And there’s a chance that the other men might have seen them. Of course, there’s also a chance that he brought them some other time and kept them hidden. But they keep close together and there’s a possibility that one of the others may have seen something. So we put it to them.’
    ‘Put it to them?’
    ‘Aye. We said now was the time to speak up. This wasn’t a private thing, this was a matter for everyone. Everyone suffered from a thing like this and if it happened again they would suffer more, their own villages, their own people.’
    ‘And what did they say?’
    ‘They didn’t say anything. But they will.’
    ‘They’ve got to talk it over first, you see,’ Ferguson explained.
    ‘And you think it will work?’
    ‘Aye,’ said Macrae.

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Chapter 4
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    In the Gardens the dancing was continuing furiously. The women had formed into a long line, their hands on the hips of the one in front of them, and were snaking about all over the place. The men had dropped back into a stationary row and were clapping the rhythm. The women danced up to them teasingly and then withdrew. Owen could see Rosa about half way down the line, plainly enjoying herself.
    The dancers’ families had turned out in support. He recognized Rosa’s parents and formidable grandmother surrounded by lots of little children, themselves dressed for dancing, who must be cousins. Rosa belonged to a large extended family and to marry her was to marry the whole Greek community. Georgiades, a communal backslider, had had little choice in the matter. The marriage had been arranged; by Rosa.
    Georgiades himself was nowhere to be seen. Owen began to walk round the group to