Alex Mitchell - The 13th Tablet

‘Mina?’ asked Jack, idly stroking her hand.

‘Yes?’

‘Would you like to spend the Christmas holiday with me?’

‘I’d love that. With everything we’ve been through, I’d completely forgotten about Christmas. I’ll need to call my parents first, they expected me to be back home over the holidays.’

‘I don’t know how you managed that in England!’ said Daniel.

‘Managed what?’

‘Well, not noticing it was Christmas! People go nuts over Christmas in this country. You must have noticed the decorations, the Father Christmases and decorated crackers all over Cambridge?’

‘Nope. I’ve been immersed in the ancient tablet world the entire time,’ she replied. ‘Where are we going?’ She asked Jack, ‘West Virginia?’

‘No. I was thinking of somewhere more exotic,’ he broke off, smiling.

‘Won’t your family be disappointed not to see you?’

‘Not at all. They’re expecting me.’

‘But where?’ asked a tantalised Mina.

‘In Thailand. My mother and sister are already out there, on their first vacation outside the US.’

‘I’ll call my parents right away,’ answered Mina, she jumped up and turned to Daniel, ‘May I use the landline, Daniel?’

‘Of course,’ he replied, almost managing to conceal his jealousy.

She walked into the small study where Joshua kept his phone. It suddenly struck her that she hadn’t spoken to her parents since she had arrived in Iraq earlier in the month. She felt awful. ‘They must be terribly worried,’ she thought. That said, they had no reason to suspect anything was wrong. She couldn’t possibly tell them what she had gone through. Could she even let them know she was in Britain? She’d try not to lie, but she wouldn’t volunteer any information they didn’t ask her for directly.

‘Hi Mum!’ she said when the line finally connected.

‘Mina! Are you alright?’ asked her mother.

‘I’m fine, Mum.’

She heard her mother excitedly call her father to the phone.

‘Hi darling,’ said her father.

‘Hi Dad.’

‘Professor Almeini called us two weeks ago,’ he said, ‘he was worried about you. He thought you’d left the country? Things look terrible in Mosul, at least from what we can gather from the news.’

‘The media always exaggerate everything. You know that, Dad. I’m safe. I’ve met a very nice man. That’s why I’ve been out of reach for a few weeks. His name is Major Jack Hillcliff.’

Mina’s mother grabbed the phone.

‘A Major?’ she asked, excitedly.

‘Yes Mum. He’s a Major in the US army and he’s invited me to join his family for Christmas. Do you mind?’

‘Mina?’ her dad was back on the phone.

‘Yes?’

‘Is this Major next to you? I want to talk to him.’

‘I’ll get him. He’s in the next room.’

Mina took a deep breath and rushed into the living room. She quickly explained to Jack what had been said, and more importantly, what had been omitted from the conversation. They walked back to the study together.

‘Dr Osman?’ said Jack.

‘That’s me,’ said Mina’s father.

‘Hi. I’m Jack Hillcliff.’

‘I hear you’ve invited my daughter for the coming holidays.’

‘Yes I have. I hope that is alright with you?’

‘Well, young man, I need to know a little more about you, before agreeing to this out of the blue!’

‘Well Sir, I’m thirty-five years old. I’m a retired Major from the US army, and I’m a trained water engineer. I’m currently working under contract with a few NGOs to bring proper water supplies to villages in the Mosuli countryside.’

‘Good, good,’ said Mina’s father.

His wife picked up the phone again.

‘Hi. I’m Mina’s mother.’

‘Hi Mrs Osman.’

‘We are very happy to hear from you. Just make sure she returns safely to us, will you?’

‘Of course, Ma’am,’ said Jack.

‘We would also be happy to welcome you after the holidays in New York when Mina comes to see us’ she said, and before he could say anything, she added ‘could you pass me Mina.’

‘Yes of course, goodbye Mrs Osman.’

‘Goodbye,’ she said.

‘Mum?’ asked Mina, picking up the phone.

‘He sounds like a decent young man. Please bring him home after you’ve met his parents. Where do they live?’

‘In West Virginia,’ answered Mina.

‘Oh. That’s quite far away. When will you be back?’

‘Probably mid-January,’ Mina answered, cringing inwardly at the deception.

‘We’ll see you then. Do you need any money for the fare?’ asked her mother.

‘No mum, I’m fine. I’ve got a research grant.’

‘Wonderful! Such good news. Your father and I are very proud of you. Take good care of yourself.’

‘Yes mum. See you soon.’ She hung up, and looked guiltily at Jack.

‘Well, that went well. I feel awful!’

‘I’m not quite sure why you didn’t tell them we were going to Thailand.’

‘My parents are cool, but not that cool.’

‘They seemed easygoing to me,’ said Jack, grinning.

‘Time to look for a flight then,’ said Mina, refusing to pursue the conversation about her parents any further.

‘That’s all been taken care of my dear,’ he said smiling at her.

‘It’s the 21st today, when are we leaving?’ she asked.

‘Tomorrow. I had to change my original flight. There’s a flight tomorrow afternoon from Heathrow.’

‘I’ll get packing,’ she said, climbing up the stairs.

Daniel had observed the entire conversation, ‘You don’t waste time, do you?’ he said to Jack.

‘She’s worth it, a million times over, Dan.’ said Jack.

‘I agree. I’ve never met anyone like her… or you. I wish you both all the best.’

‘Thanks,’ said Jack.

‘Do you think Shobai’s men will return?’ Daniel asked with a slight tremor in his voice.

‘No. I don’t think so. They accomplished what they had planned. We’ll have a lot to do when we get back from Thailand. I’ll be in touch then. We need to decide which authorities to contact and how to strike a deal at the highest level to keep us all out of harm’s way, you and your father included, when Oberon Wheatley reappears.’

‘What? I thought he was also out of the picture?’ asked Daniel.

‘No. That’s what I told Mina to reassure her. She’s gone through hell because of that bastard. We’ve been out of his picture. But it won’t last.’

‘You mean, from the moment we make our findings public?’

‘Yes. He’ll come back with a vengeance. He has no idea we found the Jerusalem clay tablet.’

‘Of course. Well, don’t worry, we have oodles of time to prepare,’ said Daniel cheerfully.

‘Yes. Listen Daniel, I can’t thank you and your father enough for all your help.’

‘What are friends for?’ said Daniel, shaking Jack’s hand.

‘You’ve got yourself a friend too. Now, before we start weeping like girls, I’m going to pack up my stuff.’

December 22nd. Hildersham, Mulberry Cottage

Jack got up at seven a.m. He felt irritable, having had a night of horrific nightmares about earthquakes and thousands of men and women screaming in agony. Still yawning, he threw some clothes on, made his bed — military habits die hard — and left his room. He knocked on Mina’s bedroom door but she didn’t answer. After a slight hesitation, he pushed the door open and went in. He sat on her bed, and waited until she opened her eyes. She was as beautiful asleep as she was awake. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, and caressed her cheek. She woke up, gently. ‘Jack?’ She murmured. He smiled. She looked at him, blinking her eyes, as if to make sure he wasn’t a figment of her imagination. When she was quite satisfied it was Jack, she put her warm arms around him, and pulled him down by her side and curled up facing him. They kissed gingerly at first, and then more tenderly. For a moment Jack felt like tossing all his worries to the wind and losing himself in Mina’s arms, but he stirred away from her embrace and sat up again.