This was ironic, because his father was an Omani general, a friend of Saddam Hussein's, who had been seconded to the Iraqi Army for training purposes and found himself caught up in the war as well, on the other side. No one questioned Paul's loyalty, however. For the SAS behind the Iraqi lines, Paul Rashid was a priceless asset, and when the war ended, he was decorated. His father, however, died in action. For his part, Paul accepted the situation. 'Father was a soldier and he took a soldier's risks,' he told his two brothers and sister. 'I am a soldier and do the same.'
Michael and George also went to Sandhurst. Afterwards, Michael went to Harvard Business School and George into the Parachute Regiment, where he did his own tour in Ireland. One year was enough, however. He left the army and joined a course in estate management.
As for young Kate, after St Paul's Girls' School, she went to St Hugh's College, Oxford, then moved into her wild period, carving her way through London society like a tornado.
When the Earl died in 1993, it was totally unexpected, the kind of heart attack that strikes without warning and kills in seconds. Lady Kate was now the Countess of Loch Dhu, and they laid the old man to rest in the family mausoleum in Dauncey churchyard. The entire village turned up and many outsiders, people Paul had never met.
In the Great Hall at Dauncey Place where the reception was held, Paul went in search of his mother and found one such person leaning over her, a man in his late middle age. Paul stood close by as his mother glanced up.
'Paul, dear, I'd like you to meet one of my oldest friends, Brigadier Charles Ferguson.'
Ferguson took his hand. 'I know all about you. I'm Grenadier Guards myself. That job you did behind Iraqi lines with Colonel Tony Villiers was fantastic. A Military Cross wasn't enough.' 'You know Colonel Villiers?' Paul asked. 'We go back a long way.'
'You seem to know a lot, Brigadier. That SAS operation was classified.'
His mother said, 'Charles and your grandfather soldiered together. Funny places. Aden, the Oman, Borneo, Malaya. Now he runs a special intelligence outfit for the Prime Minister.' 'Kate, you shouldn't say that,' Ferguson told her. 'Nonsense,' she said. 'Everyone who is anyone knows.' She took his hand. 'He saved your grandfather's life in Borneo.'
'He saved mine twice.' Ferguson kissed her on the forehead, then turned to Paul. 'If there's anything I can do for you, here's my card.'
Paul Rashid held his hand firmly. 'You never know, Brigadier. I may take you up on that some day.'
Being the eldest, Paul was selected to go to London to consult with the family lawyer about the late Earl's will, and when he returned late in the evening he found the family seated by the fire in the Great Hall. They all looked up expectantly.
'So what happened?' Michael asked.
'Ah, as you are the one who's been to Harvard Business School, you mean how much?' He leaned down and kissed his mother on the cheek. 'Mother, as usual, has been very naughty and did not prepare me.'
'For what?' Michael asked.
'The extent of grandfather's position. I never knew that he owned large portions of Mayfair. About half of Park Lane, for starters.'
George whispered, 'What are we talking about?'
'Three hundred and fifty million.'
There was a gasp from his sister. His mother simply smiled.
'And it gives me an idea,' Paul said. 'A way to put this money to good use.'
'What are you suggesting?' Michael asked.
'I did Irish time after Sandhurst,' Paul said. 'Then the Gulf with the SAS. My right shoulder still aches on a bad day from the Armalite bullet that drove through it. You did Sandhurst, Michael, and Harvard Business School; George a year in Ireland with One Para. Kate has yet to make her bones, but I think we can count on her.'
Michael said, 'You still haven't told us your idea.'
'It's this. It's time we banded together, made ourselves a family business, a force to be reckoned with. Who are we? We are Dauncey and we are also Rashid. Nobody has more influence in the Gulf than we do, and what does the world want most from the Gulf right now? Oil. The Americans and Russians in particular have been nosing around the Gulf for months, trying to buy up exploration leases. But to get to that oil, they have to acquire the goodwill of the Bedu. And to get to the Bedu, they have to get through us. They must come to us, my family.'
George said, 'What are we talking about here?' Their mother laughed. 'I think I know.' Paul said, 'Tell them.' 'Two billion?'
'Three,' he said. 'Sterling, of course, not dollars.' He picked up a bottle of champagne. 'I am, after all, a very British Arab.'
With shrewd investment and the muscle of the Bedu behind them, the Rashids pushed the development of new oilfields north of the Dhofar. Money poured in, unbelievable amounts. The Americans and Russians did indeed have to deal with them, albeit unwillingly, and the Rashids helped Iraq restore its oil industry as well.
The first billion was realized in three years, the second in two, and they were well on their way to the third. George and Michael were named joint managing directors of Rashid Investments, and young Kate Rashid, now with her Oxford MA, became Executive Chairman. Any businessman who thought her simply a lovely young woman in an Armani suit and Manolo Blahnik shoes was swiftly disabused of the notion.
The first billion was realized in three years, the second in two, and they were well on their way to the third. George and Michael were named joint managing directors of Rashid Investments, and young Kate Rashid, now with her Oxford MA, became Executive Chairman. Any businessman who thought her simply a lovely young woman in an Armani suit and Manolo Blahnik shoes was swiftly disabused of the notion.
Paul himself preferred to remain a shadowy figure, behind the scenes. He spent much time in Hazar with the Bedu. To the Rashid, he was a great warrior, who would appear every so often to roam the desert by camel; to live in the old Bedu way in the Empty Quarter, guarded by fellow tribesmen burned by the fierce sun; to eat dates and dried meat with them.
Often he was accompanied by his brothers, or by Kate, who scandalized the locals with her Western ways, but no one could deny her, for by now her brother was a legend with more power than even the Sultan in Hazar, to whom he was a second cousin. It was whispered that some day he would be voted Sultan himself by the Council of Elders, but for now the old Sultan still held power, his chief strength the Hazar Scouts, a contingent of soldiers officered by British volunteers.
And then came the night when at an encampment at the Oasis of Shabwa as he was seated by a blazing fire, a Hawk helicopter came roaring in and settled in a cloud of sand.
Camels and donkeys milled around, children cried out in delight and women scolded them. Michael, George and Kate emerged in Arab dress, and Paul greeted them.
'What is this, a family reunion?' Kate said, 'We've got trouble.' He took her hand, led her to the fire and waved to one of the women to bring coffee.
Kate nodded to Michael. 'Tell him your bit first.'
Michael said, 'We've cracked three billion.' 'So we finally made it.' Paul turned. 'I'd be happier about it if I wasn't waiting for the bad news. Go on, Kate. I only have to look at your face to know if the weather is bad, and I'd say it's raining.'
'Have you seen the Sultan recently?'
'No, he's been on a pilgrimage to the Holy Wells.'
'The Holy Wells? That's a laugh. His only pilgrimage was to Dubai to meet with American and Russian government and businessmen. They've agreed on joint exploration rights in Hazar -without us.'
Paul said, 'But they couldn't possibly do it without Bedu cooperation. And they can't get that without us.'
'Paul,' Kate said, 'they can and they have. The Sultan's sold us out. You know how much the Americans and Russians have disliked dealing with us. Well, now they've cut us out. They're going to walk all over us and walk all over the Bedu in the process. Without us, those damned oilmen are going to drill wherever they please, and the Arabs can go to hell.'
Paul said, 'Is this true, Michael?'
Michael nodded. 'They are going to rape the desert, Paul. And there's not a damned thing we can do about it.'
Paul nodded thoughtfully and stirred the fire. 'Do not speak in haste, Michael. There are always things that can be done if one has the will.' 'What do you mean?' George asked. 'Not now,' said Paul. He turned to Kate. 'Do you have the Gulfstream at the air force base in Haman?' 'Yes,' Kate said.
He drew her up and kissed her on the forehead. 'Have a good night. Tomorrow we will speak.'
He nodded to his brothers, and they all rose.
Kate turned and began to walk away, and it was then that it happened. Beyond, from the shadows, a Bedu emerged screaming, a curved jambiya raised above his head, running straight at them, with Kate in his way. Paul's guards were caught momentarily unaware, their AK-47S at their feet, coffee cups in their hands, and it was Paul Rashid who flung himself forward, knocked his sister to the ground and pulled a Browning from his waistband. He fired four times quickly and the assassin was driven to the sand.
There was another shrill cry and a second man, jambiya raised, emerged from the darkness, but this time he was instantly overwhelmed by the guards.
'Alive!' Paul called in Arabic. 'Alive!' He turned to George. 'Who is he, where does he come from -find out.'
George ran to the struggling group as they held the man down, and Paul helped Kate up. 'Are you all right? You're not harmed?'
She held him close and spoke in Arabic. 'No, my brother, thanks to you.'
He embraced her. 'Leave this to me. Go to bed.'
She turned reluctantly and Paul Rashid went into the shadows and squatted beside the second assassin, now pegged out on the ground. The man's face was lined and drawn. The pupils of his eyes were like pinpricks and there was foam around his mouth.
'A hired assassin drugged with quat,' George said.
Paul Rashid lit a cigarette and nodded. Quat was a narcotic found in the leaves of shrubs in Hazar. Many of his people were addicted to it. For some, it lent false courage.
For this man, it would lend only death.
'Do what you have to do,' he said to George.
He went back and sat by the fire, drank more coffee, and Kate appeared and sat at his side. A cry of pain came from the shadows, a sudden scream, then silence. George and Michael appeared.