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she understood her own deep dislike of him clearly enough: he embodied everything she least liked in a man. Autocratic, overbearing, sure of himself, super-masculine, proud of it.
“Did Noor speak to you before she fled?”
She sighed her outrage. “What do you hope to gain by this?”
“Did she drop any hint? Did she say she was heading to the palace?”
“Will you stop imagining I stage-managed this? Whatever Noor is doing, and whoever is helping her, I had nothing to do with it! Has it occurred to you at all that this may not be what it looks like? For all you or I know, Noor was enticed out of the house by some threat—”
“Ah! She did not leave of her own accord?” The emerald eyes glinted with mocking admiration.
“I don’t know! Can’t you get it past your rigid mind-set that I have no idea why Noor has left—if she has?”
“If?”
“Well, I only have your word for it, Excellency, and you have now and then shown a predisposition to wanting to see me put in the wrong!”
His Excellency gazed at her without speaking for a moment.
“We must talk to the others. Come.”
He turned on his heel and started along the wide, roofed terrace, then entered the arched passageway that led into the main courtyard of the house.
Jalia’s jaw clenched, but she had to talk to Noor’s parents, and that meant apparently obeying Latif’s command. Besides, she reminded herself, he had the ring, and if she wasn’t present he would be sure to put some damning interpretation on the fact that he had found it in Jalia’s own hand.
Two
They descended the magnificent worn marble staircase to the main courtyard, where an air of subdued confusion hung over the wedding party. People were milling around, wondering and speculating, or simply looking bewildered.
Only the Sultan and Sultana looked unruffled, serenely chatting to whoever approached them, so that a tiny island of calm was created in the sea of unhappy excitement.
“What happened?”
“Where is the Princess?”
“Has someone been taken ill?”
“Is the wedding called off?”
The cloud of questions billowed her way, but Jalia didn’t stop; Latif was striding along as though the people were so many trees, and she was grateful to have the excuse to keep going. She had nothing to tell.
In the spacious, pillared reception hall, the families were grouped together on the low platform at one end of the room, talking in quiet, distressed voices. Everywhere the rich carpets were spread with tablecloths laid with china, crystal and silver, as if a thousand people had decided to picnic at once.
“Jalia!” Her mother and aunt, both looking tearful and confused, ran to her. “Did she say anything to you before she went? Where is she going? What happened?”
“H-has she really left the house?” Jalia stammered. She had never seen the two princesses so deeply distressed. Oh, how she wished she had been a little more reasoned in her opposition to Noor’s wedding! If her interference had contributed to this unhappiness…
“Didn’t you know? She has gone! She took the limousine! Still wearing her dress and veil!”
“She didn’t even change?” Jalia gasped. “But where could she go in her dress and veil, except back to the palace? Did she take any luggage?”
“The servants say it is all still stacked in the forecourt, nothing taken. There’s no sign of her at the palace. They will phone if she turns up, but if she had been heading there, surely she would have arrived by now! Tell us what happened!” her aunt begged.
“Aunt, I have no idea what happened! I wasn’t with her.”
But any information, she knew, was better than nothing at a time like this. “I went up with the other bridesmaids to collect her at the right time. The hairdresser said she’d gone into the bathroom. We waited. After about five minutes, I followed her in. She wasn’t there.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Zaynab, I should have raised the alarm right away, but I thought it was just nerves or she’d gone out to the wrong balcony or—” She bit her lip. “So I went to look for her. I suppose that wasted time, but I thought…”
Her aunt patted her hand. “Yes, you thought it was just one of Noor’s little games, Jalia. Anyone would have. But it’s more serious than that. It must be, for her to leave the house. Did she say anything to anyone? When I was with her she was fine, laughing, so happy and excited….”
“Aunt, she—I found her ring. It was on the floor in the room I am using. She must have gone out that way to avoid being seen.”
Latif produced the al Khalid Diamond. Her aunt all but snatched it from him, moaning with horror.
“She must have panicked,” someone offered. “Bridal jitters.”
All around the room, eyes dark with blame rested on Jalia. She was saved from whatever might have been said next when Bari al Khalid’s uncle came into the room, looking harassed and bewildered.
“Bari has gone, too! The guards say he drove out a few minutes after Noor!”
“Barakullah!” Princess Zaynab wailed. “What is going on?”
Latif Abd al Razzaq spoke, his calm voice stilling the rustle of horrified panic. “One of the guards saw her drive away and came to tell Bari. He went after her to bring her back.”
Where Latif stood was suddenly the centre of the room. Everyone turned to gaze at him.
“He asked me to find Jalia and ask her what she knew.”
Again, as one, they all turned more or less accusing eyes on Jalia.
“I don’t know anything about it!” she wailed. “She didn’t say a word to me.” She flicked a glance at Latif. She was sure he had deliberately dropped her in it. “Is it possible she got a phone call—?”
“The maids say not.” Princess Muna answered her daughter.
“Where’s her mobile? Did she phone someone?”
“In her handbag, in the bedroom. She didn’t even take money, Jalia!”
“Oh, my daughter! What is to be done now?” Princess Zaynab cried. “If Bari finds her, so angry as he must be…”
“I will go after them,” Latif announced.
“Ah, Your Excellency, thank you! But if you find Noor—”
“Jalia will come with me.”
Jalia looked up in startled indignation. “Me? What good can—”
Her mother hurried into the breach. “Yes, go with His Excellency, Jalia. You might be able to help.”
Go with Latif Abd al Razzaq? The words had a kind of premonitory electricity that made her skin shiver into gooseflesh. Why was he asking for her company, when he clearly thought her poison?
“Help how? I don’t know where she’s gone!” she protested, but not one face relaxed. She glared at Latif. “I have absolutely no idea what she’s…”
He only lifted an eyebrow, but it was a comment that she was protesting too much. She could see in their faces that most people saw his point. Damn the man!
“Of course you don’t, Jalia,” Princess Zaynab murmured, patting her hand again, her soft dark eyes liquid with worry. “But Bari will be so angry. Please go with Latif. She may be…calm her down and bring her back. Tell her it’s not too late. We will wait here.”
Outside,