"Monty Bristow's plan," the Green Man explained to Ms. Madison later, "was to create a standing religious experience on Mount Sinai. Tourists would go up, and come down convinced they'd seen Moses. However, he planned to give radically different messages each time. Soon, he believed, the world would be full of very small, very violent, religious cults. This would lead to a very vicious series of wars.
"But why?" Ms. Madison looked concerned.
"Some insane wish for revenge," the Green Man sighed. "It seemed that Bristow had - or has - a belief that the whole world has wronged him."
"Had or has..." Ms. Madison frowned. "I don't like the sound of that."
"Quite right," the Green Man nodded. "You see, Bristow's body was never found. He might have survived somehow. But that's for another day. Right now, if you want, you can go home tomorrow, or down to the Red Sea."
"I think I'll stay around a little longer, actually," the lovely blonde smiled. "One of the Bedouin girls has promised to teach me belly-dancing."