champagne and fussed over him outrageously, to the obvious irritation of
the other passengers, including Royan herself. But she ignored him and
them and settled back to enjoy the unaccustomed luxury of the reclining
first-class seat and her own miniature video screen. She tried to
concentrate on the screen images of Richard Gere, but found her
attention wandering to other images of wild canyons and ancient stelae.
Only when Nicholas nudged her did she look around at him a little
haughtily. He had set up a tiny travelling chessboard on the arm of the
seat between them, and now he lifted an eyebrow at her and inclined his
head in invitation.
When they landed at Jomo Kenyatta airport in Kenya they were still
locked in combat. They were level at two games each, but she was a
bishop and two pawns up in the final deciding game. She felt quite
pleased with herself.
At the Norfolk Hotel in Nairobi he had booked a pair of garden
bungalows, one for each of them. Within ten minutes of her flopping down
on the bed, he called her from next door on the house phone.
"We are going to dinner with the British High Commissioner tonight. He
is an old chum. Dress informal. Can you be ready at eight?"
One did not have to rough it too onerously when travelling around the
world in this man's company, she thought.
It was a relatively short haul from Nairobi up to Addis Ababa, and the
landscape below them unfolded in fascinating sequences that kept her
glued to the cabin window of the Air Kenya flight. The hoary summit of
Mount Kenya was for once free of cloud, and the snow-clad double peaks
glistened in the high sunlight.
The bleak brown deserts of the Northern Frontier District were relieved
only by the green hills that surrounded the oasis of Marsabit and, far
out on the port side, the dashing waters of Lake Turkana, formerly Lake
Rudolf.
The desert finally gave way to the highlands of the great central
plateau of the ancient land of Ethiopia.
"In Africa only the Egyptians go back further than this civilization,'
Nicholas remarked as they watched it together. "They were a cultured
race when we peoples of northern climes were still dressing in untanned
skins and living in caves. They were Christians when Europeans were
still pagans, worshipping the old gods, Pan and Diana."
"They were a civilized people when Taita passed this way nearly four
thousand years ago," she agreed. "In his Scrolls he writes of them as
almost his cultural equals which was rare for him. He disparaged all the
other nations of the old world as his inferiors in every way."
From the air Addis was like so many other African cities, a mixture of
the old and the new, of traditional and exotic architectural styles,
thatched roofs alongside galvanized iron and baked tiles. The rounded
walls of the old tukuls built with mud and wattle contrasted with the
rectangular shapes and geometrical planes of the brick built
multi-storeyed buildings, the blocks of flats and the villas of the
affluent, the government buildings and the grandiose, flag-bedecked
headquarters of the Organization of African Unity.
The distinguishing features of the surrounding countryside were the
plantations of tall eucalyptus trees, the ubiquitous blue gums that
provided firewood. It was the only fuel available to so many in this
poor and war-torn land, which over the centuries had been ravaged by
marauding armies and, more recently, by alien political doctrines.
After Nairobi the high-altitude air was cool and sweet when Royan and
Nicholas left the aircraft and walked across the tarmac to the terminal
building. As they entered, before they had even approached the row of
waiting immigration officers someone called his name.
"Sir Nicholas!" They both turned to the tall young woman who glided
towards them with all the grace of a features lit by a welcoming dancer,
her dark and delicate smile. She wore full'length tradition al skirts
which enhanced her movements.
"Welcome to my country of Ethiopia. I am Woizero Tessay." She looked at
Royan with interest, "And you must be Woizero Royan." She held out her
hand to her and liked each other Nicholas saw that the two women
immediately.
I will see to the "If you will let me have your passports. There is a
formalities while you relax in the VIP lounge.
from your British Embassy waiting there to greet you, man Sir Nicholas.
I don't know how he knew that you were arriving."
the VIP lounge.
There was only one person waiting i He was dressed in a well-cut
tropical suit and wore the orange, yellow and blue diagonally striped
old Sandhurst tie. He stood up and came to greet Nicholas immediately,
Nor, ? it's good to see you again Must be all
"Nicky, how are yo of twelve years, isn't it?"
"Hello, Geoffrey. I had no idea they had stuck you out here."
"Military attache. His Excellency sent me down to meet you as soon as he
heard that you and I had been at Sandhurst together." Geoffrey looked at
Royan with marked interest, and with a resigned air Nicholas introduced
them.
"Geoffrey Tennant. Be careful of him. Biggest ram I safe within half a
mile of north of the equator. No girl him."
"I say,. steady on,, Geoffrey protested, looking pleased with the
reference that Nicholas had given him. "Please don't believe a word the
man says, Dr Al Simma. Notorious prevaricator."
Geoffrey drew Nicholas aside and quickly gave him a r6sum6 of conditions
in the country, particularly in the outlying areas. "HE is a little
worried. He doesn't like the idea of you swarming around out there on
your own. Lots of nasty men down there in the Goiam. I told him that you
knew how to look after yourself.)
In a remarkably short time Woizero Tessay was back.
"I have cleared all your luggage, including the firearm and ammunition.
This is your temporary permit. You must keep it with you at all times
whilst you are in Ethiopia. Here are your passports - the visas are
stamped and in order. Our flight to Lake Tana leaves in an hour, so we
have plenty of time to check in."
"Any time you need a job, come and see me,'Nicholas commended her
efficiency.
Geoffrey Tennant walked with them as far as the departures gate, where
he shook hands, "Anything I can do, it goes without saying. "Serve to
Lead", Nicky."
"'Serve to lead"T Royan asked, as they walked out to the waiting
aircraft.
"Sandhurst's motto the explained.
"How nice, Nicky, she murmered.
"I have always considered Nicholas to be more dignified and
appropriate he said.
"Yes, but Nicky is so sweet."
the high, thin air the Twin Otter aircraft that took them on the last,
northern, leg pitched and yawed in the updraughts; from the mountains
below.
Although they were at fifteen thousand feet above sea level, the ground
was close enough for them to make out the, villages and the sparse areas
of cultivation around them. Subjected for so many centuries to primitive
agricultural methods and to the uncontrolled grazing of domestic herds,
the land had a thin, impoverished look, and the bones of rock showed