The Naqib’s Daughter. Samia Serageldin
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SAMIA SERAGELDIN
The Naqib’s Daughter
For Kareem and Ramy
contents
PART I: The First Hundred Days
PART II: The Reversal of Fortune
PART IV: The Journey in Reverse
19 A Rock in the Middle of the Sea
‘Soldiers! You are about to undertake a conquest of incalculable consequences for civilization and commerce! You will deal the English a blow to the heart.’
Napoleon Bonaparte exhorting the army before the invasion of Egypt
‘Egypt was once a province of the Roman Republic, it must become a province of the French Republic.’
Minister of Foreign Affairs Talleyrand to the Directoire,
14 February 1798
Quartidi, 4 Messidor, Year 6 (22 June 1798) On board L’Orient
Ah, but they were a brave sight upon the sea! Nicolas Conté’s lungs swelled like the sails ballooning in the wind above him. Their ships covered the horizon: thirteen warships, six frigates, a corvette, and over three hundred cargo ships. And what precious cargo! Such as never accompanied an armada in all of history – even a printing press with Arabic characters.
For it was to be Egypt, after all. After all this secrecy and all these months of rumours, after all this talk of India, it was to be Egypt, definitely. Bonaparte had just announced it officially, after weeks at sea. Even so, in spite of all the secrecy, Nelson might well have caught wind of their destination and might even now be chasing the French fleet around the Mediterranean. But Conté trusted in the destiny of their mission; they could not fail. In Egypt they would bring the light of Liberty to an ancient civilization buried in the sands of ignorance and Oriental despotism.
For this expedition was surely unique in the annals of history: Bonaparte’s Army of the Orient was accompanied by over one hundred and fifty savants, scientists and artists, including Nicolas Conté and his corps of military engineers. They were overwhelmingly young, the members of the Scientific Commission, and Conté sometimes felt quite the elder at the command of his balloonist brigade, many of whom regarded him with the unflattering awe normally reserved for a relic. Perhaps, he thought ruefully, it was his