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R
idge, I—”

“Enough. We got off on the wrong foot, Dr. Roarke. Let me buy you a hat as a peace offering.”

His face was so earnest that Alexana faltered. Suddenly he was like a little boy on a mission. She set her lips grimly as she entered the store behind him, steeling herself for the inevitable. She had five Indiana Jones hats at home, gifts from past suitors. Why had men always wanted to put her under a masculine cap? She was an archaeologist but still a woman.

But as Alexana looked around the hat shop, past the leather and felt fedoras, she discovered that Ridge had headed straight to a more feminine section of the store. He held a beautifully crafted, tightly woven linen hat with a white taffeta ribbon around its crown. He looked at her, then back to the hat again. “I saw one like it in the window,” he said proudly.

A shiver ran down her spine. Had he picked it for her?

“It’s perfect, don’t you think?” he asked, placing it on her head before she could say a word. “I looked around, and it was as if it had your name on it.”

A
LSO BY
L
ISA
T
AWN
B
ERGREN

R
OMANCE
N
OVELS
T
HE
F
ULL
C
IRCLE
S
ERIES
Refuge
Torchlight
Pathways
Treasure
Chosen
Firestorm

C
ONTEMPORARY
F
ICTION
The Bridge

H
ISTORICAL
F
ICTION
T
HE
N
ORTHERN
L
IGHTS
S
ERIES
The Captain’s Bride
Deep Harbor
Midnight Sun

N
OVELLAS
“Tarnished Silver” in
Porch Swings &
Picket Fences

C
HILDREN’S
God Gave Us You
God Gave Us Two
(fall 2001)

C
HOSEN
P
UBLISHED BY
W
ATERBROOK
P
RESS
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Colorado Springs, Colorado 80921

Scriptures taken from the
Holy Bible, New International Version
®
.
NIV
®
. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved.

The characters and events in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental.

eISBN: 978-0-307-77812-3

Copyright © 1996, 2001 by Lisa Tawn Bergren

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Published in the United States by WaterBrook Multnomah, an imprint of the Crown
Publishing Group, a division of Random House Inc., New York.

W
ATE
R
BROOK
and its deer colophon are registered trademarks of Random House Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Bergren, Lisa Tawn.
     Chosen / Lisa Bergren.—1st WaterBrook ed.
           p. cm. — (The full circle series; 5)
      1. Women archaeologists—Fiction. 2. Middle East—Fiction. 3. Terrorism—Fiction.
      I. Title.

  PS3552.E71938 C48 2001
  813’.54—dc21

00-067314

v3.1

To Bob and Pam:
Friends, family, hosts to houseguests who never go home.
Thanks for your hospitality
,
for going through this book to make sure I “got it right,”
for making me meet Tim, and for all your love and support
.
You guys are the best!

Contents

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood,
a holy nation, a people belonging to God,
that you may declare the praises of him
who called you out of darkness
into his wonderful light.
1 P
ETER
2:9

P
ROLOGUE
T
HE COAST OF
I
SRAEL
L
ATE
J
ANUARY

S
amuel Roarke Jr. gazed out at the Mediterranean, thinking about the incredibly preserved sunken ship he had seen an hour ago. In his mind’s eye, he could just begin to see what the ancient harbor must have looked like in its glory. He wished for the thousandth time that he could travel through time to stand beside Herod, observing his ways, his work, his wonders.
Thirty years before Christ was born.

Sam glanced back at his partner, forcing his mind back to the subject of the ship. “It’s gotta be Greek,” he said.

Robert Hoekstra, head of the Center for Maritime Studies back in the States and current supervisor of Israel’s Caesarea Maritima dig, nodded in agreement. “It’s at least as old as the one they found off the coast of Athens. We need to fly in a consultant to advise us on how to pursue this part of the project. It’s a thousand years older than anything I’ve had hands-on experience with.”

“Christina Alvarez?” Sam suggested. He and Robert had recently discussed the innovative dive site protection system that Christina had developed while excavating the American Civil War wrecks, then perfected during work on nautical archaeological sites in the Caribbean.

Robert stood before him, rubbing his forehead, which was bronzed from weeks in the mild winter sun. “If she’ll agree to it. That lady’s got her fingers on more projects of economic importance than anyone else I know.”

“It’s that treasure hunter husband she hooked up with.”

“I need to find myself a treasure hunter wife,” Robert said, grinning down at his frayed, sun-bleached shorts.

“That you do,” Sam said with a laugh. Then he grew more serious. “I think we can get her to come see this. If I know Christina, just the chance to check out a ship like this will bring her, at least on a consultant basis.”

“Very good,” Robert said, stroking his gray beard. “Give her a call right away. We haven’t a day to lose.”

J
ERUSALEM, LATE
J
ANUARY

Alexana Roarke walked up the wide, grand stairs and handed her briefcase to the Waksf guard. No matter how often she went through the procedure of passing the guards at the gate of the Temple Mount—referred to by Muslims as the Haram el Sharif—she was irritated by the amount of time they took. The guard smiled in recognition and quickly searched the case, waving off his companion who moved to body-search her.

“Yes. She is too pretty to be carrying a bomb,” the second guard said in Arabic, misunderstanding the first guard’s wave. He smiled at Alexana in appreciation.

Her smile in return was perfunctory at best. Yes, she hated this process more each time she endured it.
Weaselly guards who think they wield so much power …

“But sometimes they send their prettiest to do the dirty work,”
the second guard muttered as he scrutinized her, continuing his monologue as though he thought someone was listening. Warming to the power of his position, he pushed onward. “As I look at her more closely, I think she is not so pretty. Just blond. You always like the blondes.”

“Be quiet, fool.” The first guard switched to English. “This is Dr. Alexana Roarke. She has been summoned to meet with Abdallah al Azeh.”

His cohort’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.

She nodded at the first guard as he gave her permission to pass, then turned to the second. “I will be sure to inform Abdallah al Azeh that you do not like blondes,” she said in perfect Arabic. She did not stay to watch his response.

Moving quickly, with purpose, she passed the El Aksa Mosque and the ornate, golden Dome of the Rock without looking twice; she had no time for sightseeing. Besides, the dramatic structures of Jerusalem had been part of her life for as long as she could remember.

A group of tourists passed her, straining to hear their guide who led them from one location to another. She felt sorry for the people who buzzed through Jerusalem this way, passing in a mad frenzy from one holy site to another. How could one truly come to experience this wonderful, crazy, complicated city in one week? The Temple Mount, or the Haram, had been breathtaking to her the first thirty times she saw it after grad school. Covering an area equivalent to five football fields in size, the monstrous structure could be explored for weeks on end.

But that was her archaeological head speaking. Still, there was so much to this place, the city Jesus had lived in and loved, the city she lived in and loved. Alexana drew in a deep breath of air, fresh from a
light rain. It smelled like clean stones to her. She approached the offices on the northeastern corner of the Haram where al Azeh conducted business.

She racked her brain as she had done since yesterday for the reason Abdallah al Azeh—head of the Waksf and Islamic Affairs—had summoned her to meet with him, then shrugged her questions away, drew a breath, and knocked on the official’s door.

A male guard opened it and nodded her forward.

Alexana stopped in shock at the inner office door. Standing to her left and right were two Mossad agents, easily identified by their trademark secret service aviator glasses. Sitting across the desk from Abdallah al Azeh was Abba Eban, head of the Israeli Antiquities Authority.

Eban was seldom seen in or around the Haram. Convinced that the Jews only wanted to destroy the Haram to rebuild their biblical temple, many Muslims would consider Eban’s presence an act of treason by al Azeh.
The mystery deepens,
she thought.

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