Darren Craske - The Eleventh Plague

'I'll have a word with Faroud, if you like…providing that he can find one of his men brave enough to volunteer,' said Quaint, ruffling his other hand through his curls.

'Sleep hasn't improved your sense of humour I see,' swiped Polly. 'I suppose I can't blame the Scarabs for not trusting you. After all, you nearly torched this place to the ground, and you left two of them with nasty burns. You certainly like to live dangerously, don't you?'

'Is there any other way?' Quaint replied.

'For you, I suspect not,' said Polly. 'Look at the way these uncivilised dogs are staring at us. They're itching for us to attempt an escape, so they can kill us where we stand!' She glared at the conjuror accusingly. 'And you want them as your allies?'

'It's not as if I have any choice, is it?' said Quaint. 'A lot is riding on the Council of Elders' decision.'

'Yes,' replied Polly, '…both our lives, for example.'

In a crowded room at the far end of the tavern, Aksak Faroud was in congress with the other senior clan leaders. The topic of discussion was Cornelius Quaint, and so far the wind was not blowing in his direction.

'Ally ourselves with an Englishman? Faroud, are you insane?' snapped a white-bearded old Egyptian, with straggles of hair matted down against his head by a golden headband. 'Or perhaps you have developed a yellow streak since Rakmun was captured?'

This was Nastasi, one of the Scarab Elders, and Faroud's predecessor as Aksak of Bara Mephista's clan. Nastasi had still to accept that his time as leader was done and, consequently, every one of his words was tainted with derision. Faroud did not rise to the old man's words, but his silence only served to fuel Nastasi's aggravation further.

'Lost your tongue, Aksak Faroud?' Nastasi asked, his rough old skin as dry as the desert itself. 'Surely you are not seriously proposing to the esteemed Elders present that you wish to assist this Englishman against the Hades Consortium?'

'And do not forget the woman, Elder Nastasi,' chipped in a gaunt Scarab at Nastasi's side, hunched on the table almost upon the older man's shoulder.

'Thank you for reminding me, Ellich,' said Nastasi with a nod. 'And a woman too! What on earth has addled your senses, Faroud?'

Faroud folded his arms stubbornly across his chest.

'I believe their cause to be just, Elder Nastasi,' he said firmly and confidently. 'The Hades Consortium seeks nothing less than total devastation of our country…we must stand against them!'

Elder Nastasi made a gargle of disgust in the back of his throat. 'And threaten our alliance with them? That would almost certainly spell extinction for our kind!'

'Have you not heard a word I have said, Elder? If we do nothing, our extinction will only be a matter of time anyway,' responded Faroud.

'On whose word, Faroud?' snapped Nastasi. 'Yours? This man Quaint's?'

Faroud leaned back in his chair and measured the council members' faces. What he was asking them to do was trust him with the sanctity of their clans, and that was not a small thing to ask he knew only too well. So far, Nastasi was the only Elder speaking – and it was a shame that it was against him.

'It is not as if the Hades Consortium is a benevolent caretaker of our clans! An alliance is not a stable one when it is so one-sided.' Faroud rose swiftly from his seat. His tattered linen robes swept past the other occupants of the room as he strode around the large, wooden table in its centre. 'Nastasi, I know it has been a long time since you were Aksak, but surely you have not forgotten that we Scarabs are supposed to be shapers of our own destiny, rather than allow others to dictate it for us?'

'I have forgotten nothing, Faroud,' replied Nastasi curtly.

'Cornelius Quaint risked his life to shine light upon the Consortium's plot! Need I remind you that he walked right into this very camp and requested an audience with me? That takes courage. A man who is prepared to gamble his own life to protect our country is someone we should hold in high regard!'

'If you believe that, then you are more easily fooled than I thought,' seethed Elder Nastasi, the lines on his face twisting into a cobweb of wrinkles.

'The world is not as it once was, Nastasi. It continues to spin regardless of how much you dig your heels in!' Faroud spread his arms wide to appeal to his fellow clan leaders. 'Elders…as Nastasi has rightly said: I wish to request the council's permission to aid Quaint in defeating the Hades Consortium and clearing them from Egypt for ever. We no longer have the luxury of time on our side. If this poison is as deadly as Quaint claims, our entire country could be decimated!'

'That is a very big "if", Faroud,' sneered Nastasi, much to the cackling delight of Ellich, shifting excitedly in his seat.

'Maybe so…but we have no choice,' said Faroud sternly. 'We Scarabs are not men of privilege; we are men of purpose! We cannot let this Englishman fight on our country's behalf whilst we sit around and do nothing.' He recommenced his pacing, ensuring his eyes met the eyes of the other council members in the room. He did not need their blessing for this venture – but he craved it nonetheless. 'The Hades Consortium has been holding our leash for far too long, giving us just enough freedom to make us believe that we truly are free…but we are only as free as they wish us to be.' Faroud gave an elongated pause to reinforce his words. 'That is not true freedom, my brothers – that is enslavement. Now I beg you this morning to make the right decision. We must band together as one united clan and stop this wholesale slaughter!'

Elder Nastasi chewed the inside of his mouth. 'You speak a very convincing argument, Aksak Faroud…but I am forced to ask how this outlander has managed to sway you so completely. I find my self questioning your judgement…your ability to lead,' the old man said.

'Neither of which is on trial here today, Elder,' snapped Faroud.

'What is to be this Englishman's first step on the path against the Consortium, Aksak?' asked a portly stomached Elder at the opposite end of the table to Nastasi.

'He believes that Godfrey Joyce's acquisition of the female is connected to something within her excavation site,' replied Faroud. 'Umkaza is to be our first stop.'

Elder Nastasi's hooded eyes flared. 'Umkaza? There is nothing there but sand and dust,' he said. 'He will find nothing of consequence in a wasteland such as that.'

'Maybe so, Elder, but Cornelius Quaint will uncover the intricacies of this plot, and I believe that he will defeat the Hades Consortium,' said Faroud. 'I only ask that each of you share a little bit of my faith.'

Nastasi made a slow sweep of the table, ensuring that he made eye contact with every Elder before he spoke. 'Well, my fellow Elders?' he asked. 'Do we give our consent?'

Time had crawled slowly for Cornelius Quaint and his eyes lit up as Aksak Faroud strolled in from the room at the end of the tavern. His face was expressionless, his eyes giving nothing away.

'Well?' Quaint asked.

Faroud said nothing. He reached for the scabbard at his waist and pulled out his dagger. Quaint's heart skipped a beat as Faroud advanced, his dagger raised.

'We need to talk,' he said, as he sliced the ropes binding Quaint's wrist to Polly's.

Quaint breathed an audible sigh of relief – mostly because it meant that Faroud had not been ordered to kill him, but also because it meant he was free of the Professor.

'Outside. Professor, you stay here.' Faroud glared at her. 'No arguments this time.'

'Perish the thought,' she said.

Faroud led Quaint out of the tavern and into the morning sunshine in the valley. Only the day before, they had been enemies. A lot had changed in the Aksak's mind since he had learned of his own part in the arming of the Hades Consortium. Today was a new day – a day for unification against their common enemy, and previous conflicts would have to be put aside if there was to be any hope of success. Not quite friends, not yet allies, there was a fragile sense of trust between them nonetheless.