the climb up the vertical wall.
Nicholas led her well off the path, into a heavily wooded gully, and
built a small screened fire that could not be seen from the trail.
Here at last she relented and allowed him to examine her knee. It was
bruised and swollen, and hot to the touch.
"You shouldn't be walking on this," he told her.
"Do I have any option?" she asked, and he had no reply. He wetted his
bandana from the water bottle and bound up her leg As tightly as he
dared without cutting Off the circulation. Then he found a phial of
Brufen in his burn-bag and made her take two of these anti,
inflaminatories.
"It feels better already," she told him.
They shared the last bar of survival -rations from his pack, sitting
hunched up over the fire and talking quietly, still subdued and shaken
by their experiences.
"What will happen when we reach the top?" Royan asked. "Will the trucks
still be parked where we left them?
Will the men that Boris left to guard them still be there?
What will happen if we run into the men from Pegasus again?"
"I can't give you any answers. We will just have to face each problem as
it comes up."
"One thing I am looking forward to when we reach Addis Ababa - reporting
the massacre of Tamre and the others to the Ethiopian police. I want
Helm and his gang to pay for what they have done."
He was quiet for a while before he replied. "I don't know if that is the
wisest thing to do," he ventured at last.
"What do you mean? We. were witnesses to murder.
We cannot let them get away with it."
"Just remember that we want to return to Ethiopia. If we make a huge
fuss now, we will have the entire valley swarming with troops and
police. It may put an end to our further attempts to solve Taita's
riddle, and to trace the tomb of Marnose."
"I hadn't thought of that," she said thoughtfully. "But still, it was
murder, and Tamre-'
"I know, I know," he soothed her. "But there are more certain ways of
wreaking vengeance on Pegasus than trying to turn them over to Ethiopian
justice. Consider for the moment the fact that Nogo is working with
Helm. We saw him in the helicopter. If Pegasus have an army colonel in
their pay, who else is working for them? The police? The head of the
army? Members of the cabinet? We just don't know at this stage."
"I hadn't thought about that either," she admitted.
"Let's begin to think African from here on, and take a leaf out of
Taita's scrolls. Like him we must be devious and cunning. We don't go
rushing in shouting accusations. If we could just sneak out of the
country, leaving everybody to believe that we are buried under the
avalanche, that might be ideal. It would make our return to the gorge
that much easier. Unfortunately I don't think we will be able to get
away with that. But from now on, we should be as cagey and careful as
circumstances permit."
She stared into the dancing flames for a long while, then sighed and
asked, "You said there is a better vengeance to he had on Pegasus. What
did you have in mind?"
"Why, simply whisking Marnose's treasure out from under their noses."
She laughed for the first time that long cruel day. "You are right, of
course. Whoever owns Pegasus wants it desperately enough to kill for it.
We must hope that depriving him of it will hurt him almost as badly as
he has hurt us."
Both of them were so tired that it was already half-light'when they woke
the next morning.
As soon as Royan tried to stand she groaned and sank back. He went to
her immediately, and she made no protest when he placed her bare leg
across his lap.
He unwrapped the bandana, and frowned as he saw the knee. It was nearly
twice its normal girth, and the bruising was plum and ripe grape. He wet
the bandana again, and rewrapped the knee. He made her take the last two
Brufen from the phial, and then helped her to her feet.
"How does it feel?" he asked anxiously, and she hobbled a few paces and
smiled at him bravely.
"It will be all right as soon as I walk the stiffness out of it, I'
sure."
He looked up the escarpment. So close in under the wall, the height was
foreshortened, but he recalled every tortuous step of the way. It had
taken them a full day to come down.
"Of course it will." He smiled encouragement at her, and took her arm.
"Lean on me. It'll be a stroll in the park.
They toiled upwards all that morning. The trail seemed to rise more
steeply with every pace they took. She never complained, but she was
ashen pate and sweating with the pain. By midday they had not yet
reached the waterfall, and Nicholas made her stop to rest. They had
nothing to eat, but she drank thirstily from the water bottle. He did
not try to ration her, but limited himself to a single mouthful.
When she tried to rise, and go on, she gasped and staggered so violently
that she might have fallen if he had not steadied her.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" she swore bitterly. "It's stiffened up on me."
"Never mind," he said cheerfully, and stripped his bumbag of all but the
most crucial items of equipment. He kept the dik-dik skin, however,
rolling it into a tight ball and stuffing it into the bag. Then he
rebuckled it around his waist, and grinned at her cheerfully. "Skinny
little thing like you. Hop on my back."
"You can't carry me up there." She looked up the trail, steep as a
ladderway, and was aghast.
"It's the only train leaving from this station," he told her, and
offered her his back. She crawled up on to' it.
"Don't you think you should dump the dik-dik skin?" she asked.
"Perish the thought!" he said, and started up.
It was slow and heavy-going. After a while he had nothing left over for
talking, and he trudge' upwards in dogged silence. Sweat drenched his
shirt, but she found neither the wet warmth of it that permeated her
blouse on to her own skin, nor the strong masculine odour of it
offensive. Instead, it was comforting and reassuring.
Every half hour he stopped until his breathing became regular and even
again. Then he opened his eyes and grinned at her.
"Hi ho, Silver!" He pushed himself to his feet, and bowed his back for
her to scramble aboard.
As the day wore on, his jokes became more forced and feeble. By late
afternoon the pace was down to an exhausted plod, and at the more
difficult places he had to pause and gather himself before stepping up.
She tried to help him by climbing down from his back, and supporting
herself on his shoulder as they struggled over the more arduous pitches,
but even with this respite she knew that he was burning up the very last
of his strength.
Neither of them could truly credit their achievement when they reeled
around another corner of the track and saw before them the waterfall,
spilling down like a white lacy curtain across the trail. Nicholas
staggered into the cavern behind the sheet of falling water and lowered
her to the floor. Then he collapsed and lay like a dead man.
It was dark when he had at last recovered sufficiently to open his eyes
and sit up. While he was resting Royan had gathered'some wood from the