“Because on the original document penned by Timothy Matlack, there is a simple spelling mistake, which has been corrected on the copy executed by Bill O’Reilly.”
The State Prosecutor reluctantly sat back in his chair, when his master raised a hand.
“Another criminal,
Excellency,” explained the Foreign Minister. “This time a forger, who has been responsible for making the copy of the document.”
“So,” said the State Prosecutor, leaning forward once again, “if the incorrect spelling is still on the document displayed in the National Archives on May 25th, you will know we have a fake and therefore will not pay out another cent. Is that right?”
“Yes, State Prosecutor,” said Al Obaydi.
“Which word on the original has been incorrectly spelled?” demanded the State Prosecutor.
When the Deputy Ambassador told him, all Nakir Farrar said was, “How appropriate,” and then closed the file in front of him.
“However, it will still be necessary for me to have the final payment in hand,” continued Al Obaydi, “should I be satisfied that they have carried out their part of the bargain, and that we are in possession of the original parchment.”
The Foreign Minister looked towards Saddam who again nodded.
“The money will be in place by May 25th,” said the Foreign Minister. “I would also like the opportunity to go over some of the details with you before your return to New York. As long as that meets with the President’s approval?”
Saddam waved a hand to indicate that such a request was not important to him. His eyes remained fixed on Al Obaydi. The Deputy Ambassador wasn’t sure if he was meant to leave or await further questioning. He favored caution, and remained seated and silent. It was some time before anyone spoke.
“You must be curious, Hamid, about why I place such importance on this scrap of useless paper.” As the Deputy Ambassador had never met the President before, he was surprised to be called by his first name.
“It is not for me to question Your Excellency’s reasoning,” replied Al Obaydi.
“Nevertheless,” continued Saddam, “you would be less than human not to wonder why I am willing to spend one hundred million dollars and at the same time risk international embarrassment should you fail.”
Al Obaydi noted the word “you” with some discomfort.
“I would be fascinated to know, Sayedi, if you felt able to confide in such an unworthy soul.”
Twelve members of the Council looked towards the President to gauge his reaction to the Deputy Ambassador’s comment. Al Obaydi felt immediately that he had gone too far. He sat, terrified, during what felt like the longest silence in his life.
“Then I shall let you share my secret, Hamid,” said Saddam, his black eyes boring into the Deputy Ambassador. “When I captured the Nineteenth Province for my beloved people, I found myself at war not with the traitors we had invaded, but the combined strength of the Western world—and that despite an agreement previously reached with the American Ambassador. Why? I had to ask, when everyone knew that Kuwait was run by a few corrupt families who had little interest in the welfare of their own people. I’ll tell you why. In one word, oil. Had it been coffee beans that the Nineteenth Province was exporting, you would never have seen as much as an American rowboat armed with a catapult enter the Gulf.”
The Foreign Minister smiled and nodded.
“And who were the leaders who ganged up against me? Thatcher, Gorbachev and Bush. That was less than three years ago. And what has happened to them since? Thatcher was removed by a coup carried out by her own supporters; Gorbachev was deposed by a man he himself had sacked only a year before and whose own position now looks unstable; Bush suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the American people. While I remain the Supreme Leader and President of my country.”
There followed a burst of applause which died instantly when Saddam began speaking again.
“That, of course, would be ample reward for most people. But not me, Hamid. Because Bush’s place has been taken by this man Clinton, who has learned nothing from his predecessor’s mistakes, and who now also wishes to challenge my supremacy. But this time it is my intention to humiliate him along with the American infidels long before they are given the opportunity to do so. And I shall go about this in such a way that will make it impossible for Clinton to recover any credibility in his lifetime. I intend to make Clinton and the American people the laughingstock of the world.”
The heads continued nodding.
“You have already witnessed my ability to turn the greed of their own people into a willingness to steal the most cherished document in their nation’s history. And you, Hamid, are the chosen instrument to ensure that my genius will be acknowledged.” Al Obaydi lowered his head.
“Once I am in possession of the Declaration I shall wait patiently until the Fourth of July, when the whole of America will be spending a peaceful Sunday celebrating Independence Day.” No one in the room uttered a word while the President paused.
“I shall also celebrate Independence Day, not in Washington or New York, but in Tahrir Square, surrounded by my beloved people. When I, Saddam Hussein, President of Iraq, will in front of the entire world’s media burn to a cinder the American Declaration of Independence.”
Hannah lay awake in her barracks-room bed, feeling not unlike the child she had been some fifteen years before when she had spent her first night at boarding school.
She had collected Karima Saib’s cases from the carousel at Charles de Gaulle Airport, dreading what she might find inside them.
A driver had picked her up as promised, but as he had been unwilling to make any attempt at conversation she had no idea what to expect when they pulled up outside the Jordanian Embassy. Hannah was surprised by its size.