killed there in 1943. He was with the Sixth South African Division. They
called it Wadi Hellfire." He took another monstrous bite of sandwich. "I
never knew the old man. Fred and I landed there once.
Tried to find his grave." He shrugged eloquently. "It's a hell of a big
piece of country. Lots of graves. Very few of- them marked."
Nobody spoke for a while. They chewed their sandwiches, thinking their
own thoughts. Nicholas's father had also fought in the desert against
Rommel. He had been more fortunate than Jannie's father.
Nicholas glanced across at Royan. She was staring out of the window at
her homeland, and there was something so passionate and fraught in her
gaze that Nicholas was startled. The temptation to think of her as an
English girl, like her mother, was at most times irresistible. It was
only in odd moments such as these that he became intensely aware of the
other facets of her being.
She seemed unaware of his scrutiny. Her occupation was total. He
wondered what she was thinking what dark and mysterious thoughts were
smouldering there.
He remembered how she had seized the very first opportunity on their
return from Ethiopia to hurry back to Cairo, and once again a feeling of
disquiet came over him. He wondered if other emotional ties of which he
was unaware might not transcend those loyalties which he had taken for
granted. He realized with something of a shock that they had been
together for only a few short weeks, and despite the strong attraction
that she exerted over him he knew very little about her.
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At that moment she started and looked round at him quickly. Crowded as
they were at the portside window, they stared into each other's eyes
from a distance of only a foot or so. It was only for a few seconds but
what he saw in her eyes, the dark shadows of guilt or some other
emotion, did nothing to allay his misgivings.
She turned back to Jannie, leaning over his shoulder to ask, "When will
we cross the Nile?"
"On the other side of the border. The Sudanese government concentrate
all their attentions on the rebels in the far south. There are some
stretches of the river here in the north that are completely deserted.
Pretty soon now we will be going down right on the deck, to get under
the radar pings from the Sudanese stations around Khartoum.
We will slip through one of the gaps."
jannie lifted the aeronautical map on its clipboard from his lap, and
held it so she could see it. With one thick, stubby finger he showed
Royan their intended route.
it was drawn in with blue wax pencil, "Big Dolly has taken this route so
often that she could fly it without my hands on the stick, couldn't you,
old girl?" He patted the instrument panel affectionately.
Two hours later, when Nicholas and Royan were back at the chess board in
the main cabin, Janrfie called them on the PA, "Okay, folks. No need to
panic. We are going to lose some altitude now. Come up front and watch
the show."
Strapped into fold-down seats in the back of the flight deck, they were
treated to a superb exhibition of low flying by Fred. The descent was so
rapid that Royan felt they were about to fall out of the sky, and that
she had left her stomach back there somewhere at thirty thousand feet.
Fred levelled Big Dolly out only feet above the desert floor, so low
that it was like riding in a high-speed bus rather than flying. Fred
lifted her delicately over each undulation of the tawny, sun'scorched
terrain, skimming the black rock ridges and standing on a wingtip to
swerve around the occasional wind-blasted hill.
"Nile crossing in seven and a half minutes." jannie punched, the
stopwatch fixed to the control wheel in front of him. "And unless my
navigation has gone all to hell there should be an island shaped like a
shark directly under us as we cross."
As the needle of the stopwatch came up to the mark, the broad,
glittering expanse of the river flashed beneath them. Royan caught a
brief glimpse of a green island with a few thatched huts on the tip, and
a dozen dugout canoes lying on the narrow beach.
"Well, the old man hasn't lost his touch yet," Fred remarked. "Still
good for a few thousand miles before we trade him in."
"Not so much of the old man stuff, you little squirt. I have some tricks
up my sleeve that I haven't even used yet."
"Ask Mara." Fred grinned affectionately at his father as he banked on to
a new southwesterly heading, and with his wingtip so close to the ground
that he scattered a herd of camels feeding in the sparse thorn scrub.
They lumbered away across the plain, each trailing a wisp of white dust
like a wedding train.
"Another three hours' flying time to the rendezvous." Jannie looked up
from the map. "Spot on! We should land forty minutes before sunset.
Couldn't be better,'
"I' better go back and change into my hiking gear, then." Royan went
back into the main cabin, pulled her bag from under the bunk and
disappeared into the lavatory. When' she emerged twenty minutes later
she wore khaki culottes and a cotton top.
"These boots were made for walking." She stamped them on the deck.
"That's fine." Nicholas watched her from the bunk.
"But how about that knee?"
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"It will get me there," she said, defensively.
"You mean I am to be deprived of the pleasure of back acking you again?"
The Ethiopian mountains came up so subtly on the eastern horizon that
Royan was not aware of them until Nicholas pointed out to her the faint
blue outline against the brighter blue of the African sky.
"Almost there." He glanced at his wrist-watch. "Let's go up to the
flight deck."
Looking forward through the windshield there was no landmark ahead of
them - just the vast brown savannah, speckled with the black dots of
acacia trees.
"Ten minutes to go," Jannie intoned. "Anyone see anything?" There was no
reply, and they all stared ahead.
"Five minutes."
"Over there!" Nicholas pointed over his shoulder.
4 "That's the course of the Blue Nile." A denser grove of thorn trees
formed a dark line far ahead. "And there is the smokestack of the
derelict sugar'mill on the river bank.
Mek Nimmur says that the airstrip is about three miles from the mill."
"Well, if it is, it's not shown, on the chart," Jannie grumbled. "One
minute before we are on the coordinates."
The minute ticked off slowly on the stopwatch.
"Still nothing-' Fred broke off as a red flare shot up from the earth
directly ahead and flashed past Big Dolly's JI nose. Everyone in the
cockpit smiled and relaxed with relief.
"Right on the nose." Nicholas patted Jannie's shoulder in
congratulations. "Couldn't have done better myself."
Fred climbed a few hundred feet and came round in a one-eighty turn. Now
there were two signa I fires burning out there on the plain - one with
black smoke,, the other sending a column of white straight up into the
still evening sky. It was only when they were a kilometer out that they
were able to make out the faint outline of the overgrown and
long'disused landing strip. Roseires airstrip had been built twenty