The Backstory
Dr. Francis Lajeunesse drove Hebrew University's Mitsubishi 4x4 down the highway on a hot, dusty Shabat. Beside her sat Dr. Aviatar Altman who alternately complained about the dust and heat of the Negev in the summer and how he should be attending his air conditioned Beit Knesset instead of kiting off to recover another possibly fake scroll. Dr. Lajeunesse tried turning on the car radio as a way to lift her colleague's mood. Sivan Shavit crooned: "Shneynu noseynu b'mekonit...(The two of us are driving in a car...)" Sensing that music wasn't enough, she turned to conversation:
"It's just one of the beni Sharmuta's negotiating tactics, Avi. They wouldn't have summoned us today if they didn't think that, by choosing Shabat, they would get some sort of negotiating advantage. Have you done your due diligence so we have our own advantages?"
"Of course, Francis. Khirbet Sharmuta isn't hooked up to the National Water Network. The settlement's well is failing so the beni Sharmuta are desperate for water. I pulled some strings over at Mekorot and they promised to connect the settlement to the national network at cost. It turns out that's just about all that the University's budget can afford for an acquisition of this sort. If we negotiate well, that's the number we'll finally settle on."
The conversation about negotiating strategy trailed away as they stopped at the intersection leading to Khirbet Sharmuta. Dr. Lajeunesse donned a headscarf as Dr. Altman strictly instructed. Dr. Altman adjusted his own kippah upon his thinning hair. In the distance, a cloud of dust announced the arrival of their Bedouin escort. Two battered Toyota trucks appeared and a large crowd of Bedouin men disembarked to greet the guests from the Hebrew University. Bashir ibn Sharmuta and Avi Altman went through the required formalities before the two trucks and SUV wound their way slowly down the desert trail on the east side of the Maktesh Ramon. A small settlement came into view, a collection of mud brick huts and shabby tents that formed the Bedouin settlement of Khirbet Sharmuta.
As the three dusty vehicles entered the village compound, the Bedouin women ululated their greetings, reflecting both respect for the esteemed visitor and hope for the village's future. Bashir ibn Sharmuta opened the door for Dr. Altman and led him towards a large tent. Dr. Lajeunesse disembarked by herself and began to follow the two men. Addressing Dr. Altman and the crowd in Hebrew he shouted in a loud voice: "A thousand thousand welcomes to our village, eminent professor Altman. Let us make our most honoured guest and his driver welcome." Turning to Dr. Altman, Bashir said: "Please enter the sheik's tent and accept what little hospitality our miserable, tiny village can offer. Your driver may join the women gutting the sheep for our banquet."
Nothing made Francis Lajeunesse angrier than typical Middle Eastern misogyny. She berated the antiquities black marketer in fluent and classical Arabic worthy of a Koranic scholar: "Please address me by my proper name and title, Dr. Francis Lajeunesse, and not as 'the driver'. I am Dr. Altman's colleague and assistant at the Hebrew University. I am the one who will examine the scroll for authenticity today and will assist Dr. Altman as he analyzes the scroll, assuming we can come to an accommodation with the beni Sharmuta. I drove our vehicle today because I am a Gentile, just as are you, and you had the bad manners to request a meeting on the only day of the week when Dr. Altman can't perform work of any kind. If we reach any agreement regarding your discovery, and I must say that it looks highly unlikely given this unfortunate insult, I will be the one to write a cheque, since Dr. Altman cannot touch money on Shabat."
Dr. Altman intervened. "Dr. Lajeunesse is quite correct. If she can't be with me while we discuss the scroll, there's no point in meeting the elders. Shall we postpone this meeting, Bashir?"
Seeing a lucrative deal slip through his fingers, Bashir scurried to secure the elders' permission to let a woman attend the meeting. A few minutes later, he emerged from the tent with a typical Middle Eastern compromise solution. "The elders will permit a woman to be among us as we meet but with these conditions. She will sit behind you, Dr. Altman and will speak only to you and not to the elders. If those conditions are acceptable, we will serve coffee and begin our negotiations."
The coffee was strong and heavily laced with cardamom in the Arabic manner. Despite its strength and addition of copious amounts of spice, Francis Lajeunesse could still detect the sulfur and iron of the well water. The beni Sharmuta had to be desperate for better water. That meant the taste of the foul water was the taste of a deal in the making. Several men entered the tent, and with great care and ceremony brought the scroll for examination by Dr. Lajeunesse.
"I can see only a few Hebrew letters on the scroll but the paleography is similar to other scrolls discovered at Qumran. We need to take a small sample of the parchment for the University's nuclear lab to authenticate the scroll's antiquity. Can we proceed with negotiations contingent on authentication by C-14 and neutron bombardment tests?"
Despite one side's need to sell, the other side's need to acquire and the oppressive, stifling heat in the tent, the negotiations were lengthy, punctuated by both sides each getting up to leave twice but resuming due to the intervention of Bashir ibn Sharmuta. Ultimately, the two sides agreed on the price, exactly what Dr. Altman had arranged with the water utility. Dr. Lajeunesse supervised securing a sample for C-14 dating and handed an unsigned cheque made out to the beni Sharmuta. The men in the tent all cheered that their business had concluded successfully. The two scholars were then led out of the tent to a table set with barbecued sheep and various Arab sweets.
The Mitsubishi returned to the intersection of Highway 90. Dr. Lajeunesse unwound her headscarf. Dr. Altman retained his kippah since Shabat had not ended. They continued in silence to Jerusalem and the now dark Hebrew University. As they drove closer to Jerusalem, Sivan Shavit came back on the radio. "Naski oti chazak (kiss me strongly) Naski oti ed shicha'av (kiss me until it hurts)..." The chorus worked its way into their subconscious, slowly motivating their bodies.
The two scholars parked the University's SUV, leaving the sample in the nuclear lab. Shabat had now ended so staff and students were boogying in the clubs of Tel Aviv leaving them the sole occupants of the University's halls. They stopped at the exit and looked at each other. Dr. Lajeunesse spoke first.