Then, from behind the screen concealing the Abbot, a scroll had been passed forward. The Abbot had written that he wanted more time to consider what must be done.
Rega’s voice dropped to a hiss as he swivelled round to face Dorje.
‘Now is the time to act. Now! And if the Abbot has not got the courage to do what needs to be done, then…’
His voice trailed into silence as Dorje stared at him, at the jutting chin and pale skin that looked ghostly even in the daylight.
‘You mustn’t even talk this way,’ Dorje said, dropping his voice to a whisper. ‘You may not agree with the Abbot’s path, but that does not give you the right to question him or to act without his permission. He is still our Abbot.’
Rega nodded slowly. ‘Yes. He is indeed.’
A novice approached from the far end of the corridor, a large lantern held above his head. As he passed each of the yak-butter candles along the corridor, he reached inside the glass door of the lantern and fished out a flaming taper with which to light it. Seeing both Rega and Dorje ahead of him, he bowed low before moving silently forward. Both men waited until he was out of earshot before continuing.
‘The Abbot values our counsel,’ Dorje continued, his tone softening. ‘He trusts your judgment but must be allowed time to decide our future, especially given the significance of such news.’
‘Trusts our judgment?’ Rega repeated, the corners of his thin lips twisting cynically. ‘If you think he trusts us so much, why has the identity of that boy remained such a secret?’
‘The boy? What has he to do with all of this?’ Dorje asked. ‘The Abbot’s aide was quite specific on the matter. He is the governor’s son.’
‘Is he?’ Rega asked, still smiling.
Dorje thought back to the night the boy had arrived at the monastery and all that the mountain guide had said. He was the third son of Governor Depon and had been spirited away from Lhasa in the middle of the night.
Rega raised the prayer beads in his hands so they dangled an inch away from Dorje’s face.
‘Do you really think a Governor’s son would possess such unique riches? The mark of Shigtase is on them.’
‘Shigatse?’ Dorje repeated, eyes casting down to the delicate clasps of silver connecting the individual nuggets of worn jade. ‘I don’t understand what Shigatse…’
‘Don’t be such a trusting fool,’ Rega interrupted. ‘Wake up to what is really happening.’
With that he strode off down the corridor, leaving Dorje to stare after him in confusion.
Chapter 46
Chen put his hand up against the cold rock and stopped. He looked from side to side, taking in the mass of towering columns, twisted and broken in every direction, and sighed.
They were lost. And had been ever since they had first walked into this God-forsaken maze.
Adjusting his footing, he unclipped the waistband of his battered rucksack and swung it on to the ground. Still holding his rifle in his left hand, he reached up, pulling off his fleece hat and scratching the back of his neck. His fingers ran through his damp hair and he exhaled heavily, watching the moisture in his breath condense in the cold air like cigarette smoke. For the briefest of moments he shut his eyes, blotting out the frustration of the last few hours.
This was Zhu’s punishment of him for losing the satellite map, of that much he was sure. There was no other reason why they would have been sent off to find a route through the rocks so late in the day. Tilting his head up towards the leaden sky, Chen watched the light greying out as evening approached. He consoled himself with a single thought — it could have been worse. With Zhu it could always be worse.
Every time they crossed one obstacle another seemed to rise up from the ground, barring the way. Between the huge pillars of rock there were only brief patches of sky visible, making it impossible for him to catch his bearings or get a satellite signal on his GPS. As the afternoon dragged on, particles of snow drifted around them, eddying in the currents of air and settling on their camouflage jackets. The temperature was dropping fast. Night would soon be upon them.
Chen felt a tug at his waist as the climbing rope was yanked tight. A few metres behind, Xie scrambled over a slab of rock and stopped just behind him.
‘That way.’
Chen swivelled round in surprise. Up until now, he had never heard the private speak. It had been only his eyes that moved, silently taking it all in. He looked closer at Xie. His square head was pulled back and his shoulders hunched in on themselves, making his body curl forward like a toad’s. A fresh scar ran down the side of his face from where he’d been pistol-whipped by Zhu.
‘We should go more that way,’ Xie continued, his voice breathless and deep.
Chen stood impassively on the rock, considering what to do. He held his rifle loosely in his left hand and the rope was coiled diagonally across his massive shoulders, making him look more like a professional mountaineer than a soldier. Xie’s eyes narrowed as he took in every detail then he shifted his own position, widening his feet a little and trying to strike a similar pose.
‘No. We keep to this line,’ Chen said, gesturing confidently ahead. He wasn’t about to lose face to such a mindless thug.
Xie gritted his teeth but didn’t answer, eyes darting forward to where Chen was pointing. There was nothing to be seen, only the same broken rocks, the endless looming pillars. They were going the wrong way, he was sure of it. He shivered slightly, the sweat collecting across his lower back and pasting his shirt to his skin.
After a moment’s pause they continued forward, Chen leading and Xie trailing behind.
High above them the sky slowly lost the last of its colour. As each minute passed the wind seemed to increase. It funnelled through the gaps in the rocks with a hollow whistling sound, picking up the loose snow and flurrying it all around them. Spindrift frosted every part of their clothing, lacing the hoods of their jackets and sticking to their exposed cheeks. Xie dragged his sleeve across his face irritably, trying to wipe the snow from his eyes and see the way forward.
They came to another fallen slab. For a moment Chen paused, craning his head to one side to check the route. Xie hovered just behind him, hands clenching into fists in frustration. His tongue darted across his lips as started to speak, but he held himself in check. He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the left but Chen ignored him, moving forward again in line with the direction of the rocks — to the right.
For another hour they continued in this way before Chen finally stopped. He rested his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath, and slowly shook his head. It was hopeless. He couldn’t make head nor tail of this damn’ labyrinth. Xie was just behind, impatiently rocking from one foot to the next.
‘The terrain looks like it is worsening,’ Chen said, without making eye contact. ‘The best climber should be at the back.’
He gestured for them to switch positions and, as Xie stepped forward over the coils of climbing rope, a crooked smile spread across his face. He immediately set off, turning sharp left.
He moved fast, hurrying from one rock to the next, picking his way through the fallen slabs. His eyes scanned the dark shadows on the ground, his confidence growing with each new bound. Letting the rope trail out between them, he forced his way on to one of the higher outcrops of rock and twisted his thick neck from side to side, trying to see the way ahead. Then he was off again, worming his way over the next obstacle without looking back to check if Chen was still following.