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      ‘Your last appointment, Kathy and Brett. Threatening to walk out on the parties: they should teach that at negotiator school. Didn't Clinton do it at Camp David? Get the chopper all fired up, blades spinning. The mediator says he – or she – will walk and the parties get scared. Realize how much they need you and how much they need the talks. They suddenly see that any deal they'd make outside the room would be worse. And it brings them together, both sides desperate to keep the talks going. You mediation guys call it a “shared project”, don't you? Something like that. Even unites them against a common enemy: you. Genius.’

      ‘You were listening.’

      ‘It's the training, what can I say?’

      ‘You arsehole.’

      ‘I like how you say that. Ahhhrse-hole. Sounds sexy in your accent.’

      ‘Get out.’

      ‘Though I see you don't really do sexy so much these days. No more of the hair-tumbling-down-in-front-of-the-eyes routine. Is that Edward's influence?’

      ‘Go.’

      ‘Oh, I'll go. But first I have a little proposal to make.’

      Maggie stared at him.

      ‘Don't worry, not that kind of proposal. Not that I couldn't be tempted, should you ever get tired of Edward—’

      ‘I'm going to call the police.’ She reached for the phone.

      ‘No you're not. And we both know why.’

      That stopped her; she put the phone down. He knew about her ‘mistake’. And he would tell. The Washington Post, some blog, it didn't matter. The true reason for her exile, currently known only to a few diplomatic insiders, would become public. What was left of her reputation would be ruined.

      ‘What do you want?’ Almost a whisper.

      ‘We want you to come out of retirement.’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Come on, first rule of any negotiation: you have to listen.’

      ‘I am not having a negotiation with you. I want you to piss off.’

      ‘The people I work for tend not to take no for an answer.’

      ‘And who is it you work for exactly? “The United States government” is a bit vague.’

      ‘Let's say this has come from as close to the top as you can get in this town. You have a reputation, you know. Miss Costello.’

      ‘Well,’ you can tell them I'm flattered. But the answer is no.

      ‘You're not even curious?’

      ‘No, I am not. I don't do that work any more. I work here now. I mediate between husbands and wives. And I don't take emergency cases. Which means you have about one minute to get up and leave.’

      ‘I won't insult your intelligence, Maggie. You read the papers. You know what's happening in Jerusalem. We're this close to a deal.’ He held his thumb and forefinger half an inch apart. ‘We've never been so close before.’

      Maggie ignored him.

      ‘And you also know what happened yesterday.

      An attack on the Israeli Prime Minister. Or what looked like an attack. Israeli security ended up killing some internal critic of the peace process. Could screw the whole thing.’

      ‘The answer's no.’

      ‘The powers that be have decided that this is too important an opportunity to be lost. They need you to go in there and do your thing. Work your magic. Come on, you've still got it. I could hear that just now. And this is something that really matters. Middle East peace, for Christ's sake. How could you pass that up? This is the World Series of peacemaking!’

      ‘I don't play baseball.’

      ‘No. OK.’ He was talking more quietly now and in a different tone. She recognized it for what it was, a change in tactics. ‘What I mean is, you're a mediator. It's your calling. It's what you were born to do. You're good at it and you love doing it. This is the chance to return to the work you love. At the highest possible level.’

      She thought of the pictures she had seen on TV that morning, and the feeling she had had, but not admitted, even to herself. Envy. She had envied the men and women sitting at the head of the negotiating table in Jerusalem, the people charged with that weightiest and most thrilling of tasks, brokering peace. She had pictured them the instant she saw the news item. Like fishermen, reeling in a rare and prized specimen, they would be exerting both enormous strength and great gentleness. Pulling with all their might one moment, then backing off, letting out some more line the next. Knowing when the rod could bend, and knowing what would make it break. It was skilled, demanding work. But it was also the most exhilarating activity she had ever known.

      Bonham read her face. ‘You must miss it. You wouldn't be human if you didn't. I mean counselling couples is valuable, no question. But the stakes are never as high, are they? You're never going to feel the thrill you did at Dayton or Geneva. Not here. Are you?’

      Maggie wanted to shake her head in agreement. This man seemed to know her own mind better than she did. But she resisted, turning her head to stare out of the window.

      ‘Not that this is some kind of sport to you, I know that. It never was. Sure, you like the professional challenge. But that came second. To the goal. The pursuit of peace. You're one of the few people on the planet who knows how much these efforts matter. What can happen if things go wrong.’ Her mistake.

      ‘And few matter more than this one, Maggie. Thousands of Israelis and Palestinians have died in this conflict. It's gone on and on and on. Our whole adult lifetimes. And it will keep going. You'll turn on your TV set in ten years' time and there'll still be Palestinian kids shelled in playgrounds and Israeli teenagers blown to pieces on buses.’

      ‘And you think you can stop it?’

      ‘Me? I can't stop it. I can't stop anything. But you can.’

      ‘I don't believe that. Not any more.’

      ‘Come on. You haven't changed that much.’

      ‘Look, I didn't suddenly forget that people are dying there and everywhere else. I know only too well how much death and killing goes on in every fucking corner of this planet. But I happen to have realized there is nothing I can do about it. So it's better I stay out of it.’

      ‘The White House doesn't agree.’

      ‘Well, the White House can just shove it, can't it?’

      Bonham sat back, as if assessing his prey. After a pause he said, ‘This is because of … what happened, isn't it?’

      Maggie stared out of the window, willing her eyes to stay dry.

      ‘Look, Maggie. We know what went on there. You fouled up very badly. But it was СКАЧАТЬ