"Why didn't you bring him?"

"Too dead, unfortunately--grandsires often are--"

"I mean Andrew McLean."

"It would take you, my dear Jinny, to do that. You brought me--and
I can believe in anything after the surprise of finding myself
here."

Jinny Jeffries laughed. "If I could only believe what you say!"

"Oh, you can believe anything I say," Jack obligingly assured her.
"I'm very careful what I _say_--"

"I wish I were."

"You'd have to be careful how you look, Jinny--and you can't help
that. The Lord who gave you red hair must provide the way to elude
its consequences.... I suppose the Orient isn't exactly a manless
Sahara for you?"

She countered, her bright eyes intent, "Is it a girl-less Sahara for
you, Jack?"

"The only woman I have laid a hand on, in kindness or unkindness,
died before Ptolemy rebuilt Denderah."

"That's not right--"