He was normally not a gambler, not at such an early stage. But there was no time for games… no time to analyze just how he could effect a smooth operation and spirit off the head of the Strategic Rocket Forces within the next eight to ten hours — and his last chance would only be one day later.
It was time to gamble. “No, Cobb is not Russian.”
She looked down at him, studying his face closely as if looking for something that would answer a question. Like him, she moved slowly along the row of vines, clipping bunches of grapes and dropping them gently in her basket. Each time, she looked away only for a second, then her gaze fell back on his face again. Yes, she determined, she would take a chance.
“You have never been here before today?” It was a question and a statement.
“No.”
She grinned at him. “You are right not to talk to anyone.” She pointed at his clothes. “You look right, but I could tell when I sat down with you that you didn’t smell right. Only a day or so of sweat.” She wrinkled her nose. “You spend long enough here, you’ll know what I mean. I think some of these peasants bathe only after the harvest. You had one of those showers you mentioned not too long ago. So don’t talk and don’t let them smell you.”
“I’ve already talked with Keradin.”
She looked up in surprise, then her face softened. “I think perhaps he’s so comfortable here he wouldn’t consider those little things. He pays others to worry about that.” Her voice sharpened. “How long do you plan to stay here?”
“As little time as necessary.”
“And you expect to get away just as easily as you came?” There was a tone in her voice that implied it wouldn’t be that easy.
“I had considered that.”
“If I help you, would you take me too?”
For just an instant, but long enough to resurrect the pain of memory, Cobb’s mind flashed back to another woman who had asked that same question. It seemed so long ago. Those fifteen years were sometimes an eternity and other times seemed only a moment in time — and it had happened in a land so different from this one. But the other woman was just as beautiful in her own way, her hair long and dark, almond eyes just as penetrating, slender Asian body just as inviting. She had asked the same question and he had taken her. He had loved her beyond anything he had ever understood before, and Henry Cobb had made her his wife. Then his enemy had taken her away and tortured her before they killed her. After that, he had repeated the words many times after: “Never again!”
“You don’t know what I’m here for,” Cobb responded.
“I don’t care what you’re here for,” she answered emphatically. “If I have even the slightest chance to get away from here, I’ll do what I have to.”
“I don’t think you’d find my work very appealing.” He was gambling now, gambling as he’d never done before. By now, Keradin would already have talked with his foreman about the new man who knew so much about the grapes. It was probable the foreman would say nothing to upset the general. More than likely, though, he would be looking for Cobb shortly.
“What I am forced to do is not very appealing.”
“I don’t follow you.” He thought he knew what she meant, but he had to be sure.
“I am one of his whores,” she spat. “He likes me. Keradin, he calls me one of his favorites.” Her eyes narrowed and her full lips became a narrow line. “I will do anything that might get me out of here. I have even hoped that if I please him enough, perhaps he will take me back to Moscow with him. It would be easier to escape from there than this place.”
Cobb straightened momentarily. “I’ll take you if you help me, yes.” He’d said it. Would he regret such a decision again?
Her expression changed now. She had figured out Cobb long before he’d realized how weak his disguise actually was. The moment she decided he might be something other than what he admitted to, she had decided to take her chances with him.
“I’ll do what you want.” Her expression changed again. “But I wish I could cut off that son of a bitch’s balls before we go.” Her tone was vicious — definitely a woman to have on his side.
“You just may have that opportunity.” Cobb grinned at her. “But not until you’re given permission. I think I’ll need more help than I realized.”
“You, are quite brave to come in here like this — and most foolish to think you could get away with it for long. Who are you really, Cobb?”
“Does it matter right now?”
“Later, maybe, yes. Right now, no. Anything would have to be better than servicing that beast.”
“Is he really a beast?”
“No. He is a very brilliant man — and very dangerous. He shows a certain amount of respect for the women he uses like toys. But,” and she looked hard at him, “I am a lady, not a field hand.”
Thank God he’d met this girl. Without her perhaps he’d have had no opportunity to get to Keradin. “I’m going to need more help than you want to offer,” he said tentatively.
“Will it get me out of here?”
“If I get out, you will. But we must do it tonight.”
“It has to do with Keradin?”
He nodded. “Keradin and you.”
She smiled grimly. “I guess one more of his evenings won’t be the end of the world. Perhaps,” she offered, “I can stall him long enough and you can move fast enough in whatever you want to do that I can postpone him indefinitely.”
“That would be up to you. I’m afraid I can’t help in that regard.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
“On the contrary. I’m going to take him with us.”
“Take him?” She spat. “He will go with us — with me?”
“I’m afraid that’s part of the deal. I need your help. But apparently you need mine more.”
She said nothing, moving down the row of vines, selecting and cutting at random. “You are an American, Cobb?”
He nodded in answer.
“A spy?”
“Not really. Does it matter?”
“No. Once again, it doesn’t matter. But I like to know who I am forced to put faith in. How do you want me to arrange this little tryst?”
“How does he choose?”
“We think just when the spirit hits him. He usually comes to us, or sends one of his men at the end of the day or after dinner, perhaps when he has had a little to drink.”
“Is your basket full?”
“Enough so, I guess.”
“Come on.” Cobb jerked his head in the direction of the cistern. They went over to it, and he dipped the wooden bucket, filling it to the brim, and handed it to her. “Pour this over your face and chest — not in your hair. We don’t want you looking straggly. Just enough to appeal to him.” She did as she was told. The cool water cleansed her face, bringing color to her cheeks. And the water over the peasant blouse accomplished exactly what he had hoped. It clung to her tightly like a second skin, emphasizing a better figure than he’d assumed earlier. She looked down at herself, blushing. “This is what you want?”
“Let’s hope it’s what General Keradin wants. Come on. He said he’d be there now.”
Her movement down the slope accomplished what he had hoped. She moved with a sensuous gait that was appealing even at the end of a workday in her soiled peasant clothes. She was, Cobb decided, a most desirable woman.
“Keep it up,” he said admiringly. “You may be your own best ticket out of here. Stay well ahead of me. We don’t want anyone to get the slightest idea we’ve even seen each other.”
He would have to trust to pure, dumb luck as far as Verra was concerned. He’d told her only to get Keradin into his room as early that night as possible, that he’d take care of whatever would happen. If nothing did, then she was no worse off. At least no one would know she had ever spoken with him. But as he trudged tiredly down the slope, there was the foreman, slightly withdrawn from the others as he stood near the crushing shed, hands on his hips, waiting. The man seemed not to notice Verra as she passed by. Keradin did see her and without hesitation was at her side. She seemed to be cementing her part of the arrangement with little effort. However, Cobb’s end of the deal appeared to be in trouble as the foreman moved out to intercept him before he could dump his basket.