“Maybe they want you for something special!” Christina ventured.
“I doubt that, Crissy, but we’ll find out when we land.” John put his arm around Christina’s shoulder, and they watched England fall behind them as the ship sailed out to sea.
It was a long, boring journey for Christina. She hated confinement, and the ship offered few pastimes. She made friends with her cabinmate, a Mrs. Bigley. Mrs. Bigley had been visiting her children at school in England, and now was returning to Egypt. Her husband was colonel of the very regiment where John was posted. But Mrs. Bigley couldn’t tell Christina why her brother was being sent to Cairo. She knew only that the other replacements wouldn’t be leaving for a month.
Since there could be no answers until the journey was over, Christina put the mystery out of her mind until then. She spent much time reading in her cabin or on deck. When she had exhausted all the books she had brought with her, she made frequent visits to the ship’s small library.
Christina attracted three young gentlemen admirers early in the voyage who did their best to monopolize her time.
One was an American. His name was William Dawson, and he was a nice young man with soft gray eyes and dark brown hair. His face was lean and rugged, and his voice was very deep, with the strangest accent. Christina could sit and listen to him for hours as he told her exciting tales of the wild western frontier.
Though she liked Mr. Dawson, Christina wasn’t interested romantically in any of her three beaux. She had decided that most men were alike; they only wanted one thing from a woman. None seemed willing to respect her as an equal.
The days rolled slowly by without incident. Christina could hardly believe it when they finally reached Egypt. The weather had turned much hotter as they moved south, and she was grateful for the summer clothes she had brought. John had sent for the rest of their clothes, but the trunks wouldn’t arrive until next month.
Their ship docked in Alexandria the following morning. Christina couldn’t wait to put her feet on solid earth again, but the dock was so crowded with Egyptians that disembarking passengers had to fight their way through the crowded mass.
John and Christina were standing on deck with their luggage when Mrs. Bigley came up and took Christina’s hand. “My dear, do you remember when we discussed your brother’s orders at the beginning of our voyage? Well, it has puzzled me ever since. My husband, Colonel Bigley, will be meeting me here, and it will be the first thing I ask him. If anyone knows why your brother was sent here early, my husband does. If you care to stay with me until I locate him, then you can learn the answer, too.”
“Yes, of course,” said Christina. “I’m dying to know, and I’m sure John is, too.”
Mrs. Bigley waved to a portly gentleman in his late forties who must be her husband, the colonel. They walked down the gangplank toward him, and he met them on the dock. He embraced his wife and kissed her full on the lips.
“Godawful lonely here without you, love,” the colonel said, holding his wife closely.
“I’ve missed you, too, love. I would like you to meet Lieutenant John Wakefield and his sister, Christina Wakefield.” She looked to her husband. “Colonel Bigley.”
John and the colonel saluted each other. “What on earth are you doing here a month early, Lieutenant? The replacements aren’t expected to arrive until next month,” Colonel Bigley said.
John said, “I was hoping you could answer that question for me, sir.”
“What? You mean to tell me you don’t know why you’re here? Do you have your orders with you?”
“Yes, sir.” John pulled his orders from the inside of his coat and handed them to the colonel.
After Colonel Bigley read the orders, he looked at John with a puzzled expression on his sunburned face. “Sorry, son, but I can’t help you. All I can tell you is,wedidn’t send for you. Do you have any enemies in England who might have wanted you out of the country?”
John looked shocked. “I hadn’t thought of that, sir. I have no enemies I know of.”
“This is most unusual, but now that you’re here, you must join us for some refreshment,” Colonel Bigley said, drawing his wife’s arm through his. “The train for Cairo doesn’t leave for another two hours.”
Colonel Bigley led the way through the crowd to a small café. They had a leisurely lunch in an open patio, and then left for the station.
William Dawson was there to say good-bye to Christina. He would call on her when he came to Cairo in a week’s time, he said, and asked her not to promiseallher time to other swains.
The train ride was hot and uncomfortable. It amused Christina that, with all the trains in England, she had had to come halfway across the world to ride on one. She much preferred the cool comfort of a coach, however, though it was a bit bumpy at times.
Mrs. Bigley and Christina shared a seat in the overcrowded salon. “I’ve heard there are many dangerous outlaws in the desert. Is it true that the Bedouin tribes make slaves of their captives?” Christina asked Mrs. Bigley nervously.
“It’s all quite true, my dear,” Mrs. Bigley returned. “But don’t worry about it. The outlaw tribes fear Her Majesty’s Army, as well they should! They hide in the Arabian Desert, which is quite far from Cairo.”
“Well, that certainly is a relief,” Christina sighed.
The train pulled into Cairo before nightfall. The Bigleys showed Christina and John to a hotel.
“After you get settled in your quarters, I’ll show you the city in its entirety, and we can go to the Opera House,” said Mrs. Bigley kindly. “Did you know that it was right here that the famous operaAidawas first produced, to celebrate the opening of the Suez Canal?”
“I didn’t know, but I haven’t read too much about this country,” Christina replied. She was too tired to be overly interested in anything tonight. She and John thanked the Bigleys for their kindness, and bade them goodnight. John ordered a light supper, but Christina could eat very little, and retired early.
