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having pleted his task at the fireplace； Khayed chuckled。 Halloran noted that； unlike yesterday； Daoud had not bothered to disguise his understanding of the English language。 Both Arabs gave a slight bow and left the room。
Kline dried his hair with the towel； his rain…soaked jeans and sweater apparently not bothering him。 Halloran watched his client； tiny orange glows fluttering in Kline's dark eyes； his features sharp as if he were eager for conversation； with no thought for the lateness of the hour。 One side of the psychic's body was in shadow； the side close to the fire warmly lit； shades of yellow dancing on his skin。 His chair and body cast one corner of the room into deep； wavering gloom； but from its midst Halloran could see and feel those enlarged eyes of the stone woman staring at him。
Kline draped the towel over his head like a shawl so that only the tip of his nose and chin caught the glow from the fire。 'Did you know they invented the written word' At Halloran's quizzical expression he added； 'The Sumerians。'
'No； I didn't know that；' Halloran answered tonelessly。
'Yep。 And they were the first to count in units of ten and sixties。 That's how we got sixty minutes to an hour and sixty seconds in a minute。 They applied it to time； y'see。 It's why we divide a circle into 360 degrees； too。 Not only that； but those old boys invented the wheel。 How about that？'
'Kline； I'm not really …'
'You might be。' The retort was sharp； but a hand was immediately raised； palm outwards； to indicate no offence was meant。 'They knew about algebra and geometry； even had some idea of anatomy and surgery。 I'm talking about 3000 BC； Halloran； 3000 BC and earlier。 Can you beat that？ Shit； the rest of the world was barely past Neolithic！'
'You haven't told me why you went out on the lake tonight。'
'Huh？ I thought I had。'
'No。'
'Okay； okay。 Look； would you believe me if I told you that the lake acts as some kind of conductor to my psychic power？ That my psyche draws strength from certain physical sources。 You know how a divining rod in the hands of special people is attracted towards an underground spring or subterranean lake； how it vibrates with energy and bends towards the source？ My mind does the same thing； only it also absorbs psychic energy from these places。'
'That's impossible。 You're mixing the physical with the psychical。'
'And you naturally assume there's no connection between the two。 Never heard of kinetic energy； Halloran？ How d'you imagine certain gifted people can move inanimate objects through the power of their own minds？ It's that very connection I'm talking about； the link between the physical and the psychical。 There's energy in everything around us； but energy itself has no form； no substance…it's an incorporeal thing； just like our own mindwave patterns。 Is it getting through to you； or are you the type that never wants to understand？' Kline was leaning forward so that his whole face was in the shadow of the cowl。 Halloran did not respond to the last question。
'It's the reason I bought Neatly' Kline went on。 'In these grounds I have my own psychic generator…the lake itself； one huge receptacle for spiritual force。 You saw for yourself tonight how the lightning was drawn to it； and how those mysterious properties of the waters reacted。 There are hundreds； maybe thousands； of such fields on our earth； places that different races have worshipped from； built their shrines on； paid homage to； since man first became aware of the other side of his nature。 They still do to this day。 And very few really understand why。' He sat back and the towel swung away from his jaw。 He was smiling。
'In some locations； metaphysical and physical deposits bee almost one； and that's because both kinds of energy are related。 The moon affects the minds of men； ask any psychiatrist or psychologist； as well as influencing the earth's tides。 Vast mineral deposits…ores； oil； gas or whatever…have that potential because they're all sources of energy。 How d'you think I locate them for Magma？ My mind's attracted to them because it's from these sources that it draws sustenance； the same way an animal can sniff food from great distances； a shark can sense blood in the water from miles away。 Instinct or mind…power'？ Or is it all the same thing？' Halloran understood what he was being told； could even appreciate that there was some kind of weird logic to it； but Kline's dissertation was difficult to accept。 'Are you saying the lake has particular properties； minerals that …'
'I don't know what the fuck it has； Halloran。 Nor do I care。 Maybe there's something underneath the lake itself； or in the sludge swilling on the bottom。 None of that matters to me； I'm just happy to have my own private supply。' Kline rubbed at his hair again with the towel。 'I still have to search out sources in other parts； though。 Like the Bedouins have their secret water…holes all over the desert； always handy when one dries up； I have my own wells。 It involves some travelling； but like they say； travel broadens the mind。 Right？'
'Is that how you picked up your bodyguards； passing through various countries？' Halloran asked； keen to lead the conversation away from such 'mystical' overtones。
Kline was reflective。 'Yeah。 Yeah； I did a lot of travelling。 Found suitable people along the way。'
'People and animals。 How did you get the jackals back into the country？' Kline shook his head。 'They were bred for me here。 Unusual pets； huh？'
'You could say。 I can't help wondering why you chose such a breed。'
'Because they're despicable； Halloran。 I like flat。' Kline chuckled as he gazed into the fire。 'And they're scavengers。 But an underestimated species； all the same。 Scavengers； yes； but not cowardly as popular belief would have it。 Oh no； they'd fight off eagles and hyenas for food。 And they'd snatch a morsel from under a lion's nose。' He shook his head as if in wonder。 'Cunning； too。 You know； one will distract a mother antelope while another grabs the baby。 They'll tear off pieces of a kill and bury them in different places for another day to foil rival scavengers。 They'll even swallow food and regurgitate it later to avoid the risk of it being stolen by swooping eagles on the journey back to their young。 Wonderful survivors； these creatures； Halloran。'
'As you say； they're scavengers。'
'True； their main diet is carrion； but they appreciate other delights。 The jackal is very partial to the afterbirth of the wildebeeste； for instance。 They'll follow a herd for miles sniffing after the pregnant cows。'
'There was someone with them tonight。 He was standing by the lakeside。' Kline turned back to Halloran。 'So？'
'I assume it was the person who controls the gates。' The other man nodded。
'Someone else you picked up abroad？' Kline ignored the question。 'I haven't finished telling you about the Sumerians。 Did I say they were the first astrologers？ No； I don't think I did。 They built ziggurats； massive square towers； as temple observatories。 That was the start of astronomy just in case you're unimpressed by zodiac predictions。' He draped the towel over his head again and rested back in his chair； watching Halloran from the shadows。
'Their nation sprung up between the Rivers Tigris and Euphrates in what these days is called Iraq。 A green； lush area； desert all around。 It's the traditional site of the Garden of Eden； where that bad old angel called Serpent got Adam and Eve into deep trouble； and had his wings clipped…his legs too…for the rift he'd caused。 Serpent was forced to spend the rest of his existence crawling on his belly； and when you're immortal； as all angels are； that's a long time。 Anyway； the Sumerians knew how to govern themselves； with laws and organisation of labour forces and rates and taxes and coalitions between the different cities。 The smaller towns and villages even had their own mayors and municipal councils。 Thing is； they took their farming seriously and because whole munities could be fed by a few； others were left to get on with developing new skills and professions。 The beginning of real civilisation； Halloran。 For better or worse； the start of the whole cultural shebang。'
'Look； right now there are more relevant matters to discuss。 Like the lack of security on this estate； for instance。' It was as if Kline hadn't heard him。 'They even had their own sure…fire method of dealing with crime。 On an eye for an eye basis； y'know？ A son who raised his hand against his father would have that hand cut off； same with a doctor who fouled up an operation。 An unfaithful wife would have a breast cut off。 A man who set fire to a house； or maybe looted a burning home； would be roasted alive。' Kline sniggered。 'Rough justice； but effective。 And oh boy； their death penalty。 As well as roasting there was beating； strangulation and being thrown from their highest temples。 Oh yeah…and mutilation。 Anyone who really pissed them off was mutilated； had their arms and legs chopped off。 The idea was to make sure that particular evil would never rise up against them again。 Literally。 So they turned these sinners into limbless creatures； snakes…like the Serpent of old； you see… only tit to crawl on their bellies in the dirt。 Nasty way to die； left all ；Done； unable to move； the only hope being that death didn't take too long。' Kline visibly shuddered。
'You said they were civilised。'
'They found a way to make their system work。 A cruel regime in many respects； but they taught the rest of the world something。 Strange thing is that； as a race； they vanished from the face of the earth。 Can you beat that？ Just died out； absorbed into other cultures。 You have to wonder why； don't you； considering all their achievements？'
'Yeah；' Halloran replied wearily； 'you have to wonder。'
'Even their language died with them。' A burning coal cracked； a gunshot sound that made both men glance towards the fireplace。
After a moment； Halloran said： 'I want to ask you about Cora。' Kline settled back in his chair and slowly pulled the towel from his head。 There was a curious mixture of innocence and wickedness in his expression； perhaps because while his smile was ingenuous； there was a glint of maliciousness in his eyes。
'This on a personal basis； Halloran； or to do with my protection？T 'Maybe both。 Why is she so 。 。 。' an apt word was difficult '。 。 。 dependent on you？' The other man giggled； a childish outburst。 Halloran waited patiently。
'She isn't；' came the reply。 'Nobody's ever truly dependent on another person； didn't you know that？ It's only their own weaknesses that they're servile to。 An indulgence on their part。 Self…inflicted。 The tendency is to use someone else as a focus for their own deficiencies maybe even as a patron to them。 Surprised you haven't figured that out for yourself。' Kline leaned forward as if to make the point。 'We all have total governance over our own will； Halloran。 Ultimately； no one can interfere with that。'
'People can be corrupted。' The reply was swift。 'Only if that's what they secretly want。' Halloran realised that he was now reluctant to pursue the matter。 'We； uh； have to make arrangements for tighter security around the estate。' Amused； Kline studied his protector for several seconds。 Why so interested in Cora？ You haven't bee involved in anything that might be construed as ''unprofessional〃； I hope。 After all； you've been contracted to take an interest in my weilbeing； no one else's。' He knew his client was mocking him and wondered； not for the first time； why Kline had sent Cora to him the night before。 'There's a difference between loyalty and dependence。' Kline looked genuinely surprised。 'You suggesting Cora would betray me？'
'Not at all。 I just need to know the full picture。'
'Well let's talk about her some more。' Kline interlaced his fingers over his stomach； his elbows resting on the arms of the chair； eyes closed as if picturing Cora in his mind。 'She's intelligent； works hard； is super…efficient at her job。 She's also some looker； wouldn't you agree？ A little jaded nowadays； though； like she's got deep…rooted troubles。 D'you feel that？ Yeah； it's pretty obvious。 What do you suppose those troubles are？' He was being taunt