'What is it?'
'To see the king as my father did first — complete, with the diamond pencil in position.'
'It makes no difference to me,' he answered in the same tone of voice. 'In fact, you can crawl to me as your last gesture.' He pulled out the instrument and dropped it at his feet. 'Come and get it and put it in position yourself: Get down, you swine!
' I prayed he wouldn't see the purpose in my eyes and I went on hands and knees to him. He laughed when I got close.
'Very good, Bowker! You can crawl here, Dika too!'
I pretended to obey but snatched up the diamond pencil instead, palmed it into a throwing position and flicked it like a dart at him and screwed my body aside from the pistol all in one movement.
It was meant for his throat and found its target and stuck out like a barb. His gun hand seemed to freeze but he kept the weapon aimed at me and with the other he plucked the pencil out and the blood gushed over his front.
As it spurted, I felt the hyena stiffen and leap.
'Shoot, Praeger! For Christ's sake, man, shoot it!'
But he didn't, although he had time. Perhaps the gurgle he gave was an order which was choked by the blood in his windpipe. The brute's jaws clamped round his throat and he dropped the automatic and staggered backwards under the impact though he remained on his feet. He clutched and clutched at the animal's head and the place was full of dreadful sounds from both of them as they went farther backwards towards where the excavation shaft had been broken off short by the crevasse. I picked up the pistol with the idea of attempting a shot even at the risk of wounding von Praeger but before I could do so the two of them lurched a few more paces and disappeared over the cliff and we heard the splash of their bodies in the water far below.
I don't know how long we stood there while I held her. We didn't look over the edge because we knew that the current racing through would have done its work.
The sun was out and the clouds were breaking up and everything was bright and clean-looking.
'We can't leave him for someone else, can we, Guy?'
She scarcely had need to say it for we felt the same way. '
No, my darling. He belongs to the queen.'
'She started him on his voyage. . do you think she's waiting for him?'
'I would have waited for you.'
'And I for you'
And so we knew what we had to do, but before we moved the king I washed the diamond pencil clean and put it back in the socket where it belonged. There were some small diamond chips lying next to The Great Star and I collected them as evidence for myself. Nadine gathered up the king's phantom boat and I picked up the king and cradled him in my arms. He was lighter than I thought because there was nothing underneath and all that remained was a little pile of dust in the middle of the outline of golden beads.
We made a little procession down the slope, Nadine in the lead carrying the phantom boat. When I laid the king on the cockpit gratings of our boat she stood on the rock to which it was moored and fingered the fish-eagle tiller of the king's phantom boat, her eyes full of unknowable thoughts. When I had made him secure with a rock at his head and his waist she came aboard and laid her ring against his lips for a moment. She took his phantom boat back ashore with her and I fired a couple of shots through the buoyancy tanks and opened the stopcocks, started the engine and locked the rudder so that the boat would head straight out into the lake. I jumped ashore and we stood together, watching.
'Guy, didn't Charlie Furstenberg have a special way of saying goodbye?'
'Yes. It was meant for diamonds, but I can't remember the words. Something about good luck and prosperity.'
I'll say that now.
'I'll say it too.'
The boat ran true on the current and-where it met the main stream in the lake at the entrance to the crevasse it was caught in an eddy and swung round so that the king looked back at us and The Hill. It hung on the eddy as if it couldn't let go but then the main current caught it and we watched it go farther out and lower and lower among the brown waves until we couldn't see it any more.