'It scarcely matters if it is real or not, Hamad,' he said abruptly. 'We have to secure this knife before the story gains ground. And the woman, too.'

'The woman? You're not suggesting you carry her back to Ras al Kawi as symbolic proof of the restoration of Kuwani pride? As your grandfather's ambassador, I really could not allow that.'

'As my grandfather's ambassador I suggest you concentrate on the word "symbolic". Forget the khanjar for a moment. How safe do you think Miss Hamilton will be once it becomes rumoured that she is a descendant of Princess Fatima? There will be people ready to use her as a cipher at best. At worst…' He left that to his cousin's imagination.

'And you? What do you want with her, Fayad? Bearing in mind that I will be the one carpeted by the British Foreign Secretary if anything should happen to her.'

'What could I possibly want other than to extend to this descendant of Princess Fatima the hospitality of our country?' he replied wryly. 'Invite her to discover her true heritage.'

Hamad gave him a look that suggested he could think of any number of things, but confined himself to, 'And suppose she doesn't want to go to Ras al Kawi?'

'I will have to use all my diplomatic skills to persuade her that it's in her best interests. Have no fear, Hamad. She will be treated with the utmost respect.' Then, almost as an afterthought, 'After all, if she genuinely is a descendant of Fatima al Sayyid, then she, too, is a princess.'

'In other words she'll be feted and entertained and never notice that she's in a gilded cage. What happens when she wants to fly?'

'My grandfather is desperate for me to remarry,' he said, without expression. 'An alliance between the Kuwani family and a descendant of Princess Fatima al Sayyid would be right in so many ways…'

'The Sayyid family might not take that view. Nor might Miss Hamilton.'

'True. But possession, as they say, is nine-tenths of the law.'