tribe’s leader years ago. Which effectively makes me the king of Jareer.”
Kamal’s lashes lowered. A testament to his surprise.
When his gaze rose again, it was tranquil. That didn’t fool Mohab for a second. He could almost hear the gears of Kamal’s formidable mind screeching.
“Interesting. So you’re claiming to be King Solution. Even if you prove to be the first, how do you propose to be the second?”
“Proving my claim is a foregone conclusion. The second should be self-evident.”
“Not to me.”
Jala’s exact words that fateful night. Said in the same tone. Kamal’s likeness to her had suddenly ceased to be reminiscent and had become only grating.
Mohab gritted his teeth. “My uncle assumed I would never invoke my claim, that I would always let him speak for me concerning Jareer’s fate. And he was right—I didn’t have time to be more than an honorary leader and had no desire to upset a status quo my people were perfectly content with under Judar’s protection. But now things have changed.”
Kamal huffed. “Tell me about it. Just two months ago, you were the ‘rightful heir’ to a stretch of desert with three towns and seven villages whose people lived on date and Arabian coffee production, souvenir manufacturing and desert tourism. Now you’re the king of a land sitting on top of one of the biggest oil reservoirs ever discovered.”
“I have no personal stake in Jareer’s newfound wealth. I’m not interested in being richer, and I never wanted to be king. However, my people are demanding I declare Jareer an independent state and that I become their full-fledged ruler. But business and politics aren’t my forte. So while I will do my people’s bidding, I think it’s in their best interests to leave their new oil-based prosperity to the experts.”
“By experts, I assume you mean oil moguls.”
“With you in charge of every step they take into Jareer.”
Kamal raised one eyebrow. “You want me to run the show?”
“Yes.”
Kamal digested this. “So that’s Judar and Jareer and the oil companies. What about Saraya?”
“As a Sarayan, too, and because I admit the treaties with Saraya were never properly resolved before entering into the new ones with Judar, I will recognize its claim.”
“So you claim Jareer, and split the cake between us all. Why do you assume I’ll consider it? If I can have the whole cake?”
He sat forward, holding Kamal’s gaze. “I do because you’re an honorable man and a just king. Because I believe you’ll do everything in your power to avoid escalating hostilities between our kingdoms. Before, it was about family feuds and pride. Now we’re talking staggering wealth and power. If you decimate my claim and take all of Jareer, those who stand to lose that much would cause unspeakable damage. I regularly deal with situations that rage over way less, and believe me, nothing is worth the price of such conflicts.”
“So how do you propose we split the cake?”
“For its historical role and ties to Jareer, and because both Judar and Jareer will need its cooperation, Saraya will get twenty percent of Jareer’s oil. In recognition of Judar’s more recent claim and its much bigger role in Jareer till this day, Judar gets forty percent. Jareer gets the other forty percent. Plus, its inhabitants would be first in line for all benefits and job opportunities that arise, and you will also be responsible to provide training for them.”
“You’ve got it all worked out, don’t you?”
“I have been working on my pitch since the oil’s discovery. I was far from ready, but my uncle’s theatrics at the UN yesterday forced my hand prematurely.”
“What if I don’t like your percentages or terms?”
“I would grant you whatever you wish.”
“Even if you wanted to, as kings, we’re not omnipotent. Why would your people agree to let you be so generous with their resources?”
Here it was. Moment of truth. The point of all this.
He took the plunge. “They would because it would be the mahr of your sister, Princess Jala.”
Kamal rose to his feet in perfect calmness. It screamed instantaneous rejection more than anything openly indignant would have.
“No.”
The cold, final word fell on Mohab like a lash. As Jala’s rejection once had.
He resisted the urge to flinch at the sting. “Just no?”
“Consider yourself honored I deemed to articulate it. That you dared to voice this boggles the mind.”
“Why?”
Kamal glared down at him. “I’ll have my secretary of state draw you up an inventory of the reasons.”
“Give me the broad lines.”
“How about just one? Your bloodline.”
“You’d condemn a man by others’ transgressions?”
“We do inherit others’ mistakes and enmities.”
“And we can resolve them, not insist on regurgitating hatreds and spawning warring generations.”
“The Aal Masoods aren’t angels, but there is good reason why we abhor you, why all attempts at peacemaking fell through for centuries. Surely you remember the last marriage between our kingdoms and what your great-grandfather did to my great-aunt. I’m not letting my sister marry a man who comes from a family where the men mistreat their women.”
“My great-grandfather and uncle don’t represent the rest of us. I am nothing like them. You can investigate me further. And then consider the merits of my proposal. Once I claim Jareer, my uncle can retreat from his warpath. We’d appease his pride while going over his head in forging peaceful relations between all sides, to the benefit of all our people.” Mohab rose to his feet to face him. “What I’m proposing is the best solution for all concerned, now and into the far future. And you know it.”
After a protracted stare, Kamal finally exhaled. “We can forge peace with other kinds of treaties. Why bring marriage into this? And more important, why Jala? If you want to solidify the new alliance in the oldest way in the book, and the most enduring in our region, the Aal Masoods have other princesses who would definitely be more acceptable to your stick-in-the-mud family.”
“My family has nothing to do with it. Jala is my choice.” Kamal’s astonishment made Mohab decide to come clean, as much as it was prudent to. “I had a...thing for Jala years ago, and I thought she reciprocated. It didn’t end as I hoped. Now, years later, with both of us still unattached, I thought it might be fate’s way of telling me I had to make another attempt at claiming the one woman who captured my fancy...and wouldn’t let go. So while resolving our kingdoms’ long-standing conflicts would certainly be a bonus, she’s always been my main objective.”
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