"Wilbur Smith - Egyptian 02 - The Seventh Scroll" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Wilbur)

Despite all the happy loving years we have spent together I feel that we

are only just beginning.



There is so much more to come.



The dusk crept in from the desert, and shaded the dunes with purple.

Like a thick velvet cloak it muted all sounds, so that the evening was

tranquil and hushed.



From where they stood on the crest of the dune they looked out over the

oasis and the complex of small villages that surrounded it. The

buildings were white with flat roofs and the date palms stood higher

than any of them except the Islamic mosque and the Coptic Christian

church.



These bastions of faith opposed each other across the lake.



The waters of the lake were sparkling. A flight of duck slanted down on

quick wings to land with a small splash of white close in against the

reed banks.



The man and the woman made a disparate couple. He was tall, though

slightly bowed, his silvering hair catching the last of the sunlight.

She was young, in her early thirties, slim, alert and vibrant. Her hair
was thick and curling, restrained now by a thong at the nape of her