FIRE AND ICE 

By Tessa Harvey 



    Olga saw movement, two men slowly approaching on camels. Her heart beat strangely. Shielding her face from the harsh blaze of burning sun, she stiffened, waiting. Stefan, sensing something amiss, turned also to watch.
    Surely the "missing" artifacts were not still a problem after all this time?
    The men plodded nearer, around them the unmistakable aura of officialdom. They did not dismount, but motioned the two whilte people nearer. The hired helpers also watched, curious. An event to break the monotony of their day was more than welcome.
    They clustered round, murmuring, but the men sternly ordered them back to work. Sullenly they did as ordered.
    Helga was in hospital, ill. They were not sure of other details, except that she had fallen on the ice. The parents were puzzled. The men swung around, waved and departed, camels grunting, job done. A drink beckoned in the cool shade.

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