The Seventh Scroll - Smith Wilbur - Страница 82
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unmistakably, there came the sound of an aircraft engine and the flutter
of rotors in fully fine pitch for takeoffs
"Quickly," he snapped at her. "Get in as close as you can to the
overhang." He pushed her back against the sheltering boulder. "Lie flad'
When she obeyed without question, he lay beside her and piled loose
rubble over them both.
"Lie still. Don't move, whatever you do."
They lay and listened to the sound of the helicopter approaching, and
circling overhead. It moved up and down the valley, flying a few feet
above the surface of the river.
At one point it was directly above the ledge on which they lay, and they
were buffeted by the down-draught of the rotors.
"Looking for survivors," said Nicholas grimly. "Don't move. They haven't
spotted us yet."
"If they were watching us before the blast, they should have been able
to come directly to where we are," she whispered. They seem confused."
"They must have lost us in the dust of the avalanche and the break-up of
the cliff face. They aren't sure where we are lying." The sound of the
helicopter moved off slowly along the river, and Nicholas told her, "I
am going to risk a peep, to make sure it's the Pegasus job - not that
there can be many other choppers in this area. Keep your head down!'
He lifted his head slowly and cautiously, and one glance was sufficient
to confirm all his speculations. Half a mile upstream, the Pegasus jet
Ranger hovered over the river. It was moving slowly away from him, so
that from this angle Nicholas was unable to see through the windscreen
into the cockpit. But at that moment the engine beat changed as the
pilot changed pitch and pulled on the collective.
As the aircraft rose vertically and turned northwards, Nicholas caught a
glimpse of the passengers. Jake Helm sat in the front seat beside the
pilot, and Colonel Nogo was in the seat behind him. They were both
staring down into the river valley, but in seconds the helicopter lifted
them away and the machine disappeared beyond the ridge, flying in the
direction of the escarpment, and the sound of its engines dwindled into
silence. Nicholas crawled out from beneath the boulder and pulled Royan
to her feet.
"No more doubts. We know who we are dealing with now. That was Helm and
No in the chopper. Helm 9 almost certainly laid the gelly, and Nogo
probably led the men who hit our camp last night. Each of them doing the
job he does best," Nicholas told her. "So that confirms it.
Whoever owns Pegasus is the ugly behind all this. Helm and Nogo are
merely the stooges."
"But Nogo is an officer in the Ethiopian army," she protested.
"Welcome to Africa." He did not smile as he said it.
"Here everything is for sale at a price, including government officials
and army officers." Now he scowled so that the caked dust on his face
was dislodged and filtered down in a fine powdering. "Now, however, our
main concern is to get out of the gorge and back to civilization."
He looked up the slope. The trail above them had been obliterated
beneath the rock fall. "We can't get back that way," he told her, and
took her hand. But when he lifted her to her feet she gasped and quickly
shifted her weight to her right leg.
My knee!" Then she smiled bravely. "It will be all right.)
However, she was limping heavily as they scrambled down to the rivet,
terrified that their movements would set off another rock slide. They
ended up waist'deep in the water under the bank.
Royan stood behind Nicholas and washed the blood and dust from the wound
in his scalp. "Not too bad," she told him. "Doesn't need a stitch."
"I have a tube of Betadyne in my pack," he said. He fished it out, and
she smeared the wound with the yellow brown ointment before binding it
up with the Paisley bandana.
"That will do." She patted his shoulder.
"Thank the Lord for my burn-bag,'Nicholas remarked as he zipped it
closed. "At least we have a few essentials with us. Now our next job is
to look for any other survivors."
"Tamte!'she exclaimed.
They floundered along the bank. The river was clogged with loose rock
and earth that had fallen from the cliff. In the deeper places they were
forced in up to their armpits, and Nicholas carried his pack at arm's
length above his head. The loose rock was treacherous, and gave way
under them when they tried to scramble out of the water to search for
the other members of the caravan.
They found the bodies of two of the monks, both of them crushed and
half-buried. They did not even attempt to dig them free. One of the
mules lay with one leg in the air and the rest of its body completely
covered with broken rock. The pack that it had carried had burst open
and the contents were scattered about. The rolled skin and trophies of
the dik-dik had been churned into the muck. Nicholas rescued them and
strapped them on to his burn-bag.
"More to carry,'Royan warned him.
"Only a pound or two, but worth it," he replied.
They made their way towards the point below the itail where they had
last seen Tamre and Aly. But though they searched for almost an hour
they found no sign of either of them. The slope above them was
devastated: raw ravaged earth, great rocks shattered, bushes and trees
uprooted and smashed to kindling.
Royan climbed as high as her injured leg enabled her, then cupped her
hands around her mbuth and shouted, "Tamre I Tamre! Tamre!" The echoes
took her cry and flung it from' all to valley wall.
"I think he is done for. The poor little devil has been buried,'
Nicholas called up to her. "We have been at it an hour now. We cannot
afford more time, if we are to get out ourselves. We will have to leave
him."
She ignored him and worked her way along the rockslide, loose scree
rolling under her feet, and he could see that the knee was giving her
pain.
"Tamre! Answer me," she called in Arabic. "Tamre!
Where are you?"
"Royan! That's enough. You are going to damage that knee even more. You
are putting both of us at risk now.
Give it up!'
At that moment they both heard a soft groan from higher up the slope.
Royan scrambled up towards the sound, slipping and sliding back almost
as far as she climbed, but at last she gave a cry of horror. Nicholas
dumped his pack and went up after her. When he reached her side, he too
dropped to his knees.
Tam-re was pinned down in the rubble. His face was barely recognizable.
It was torn and lacerated, with half the skin ripped off. Royan had
lifted his head into her lap, and was using her sleeve to wipe the filth
out of his nostrils to allow him to breathe more freely. Blood was
oozing from the corner of his mouth, and when he groaned again it welled
up in a fresh flood. Royan dabbed at it, smearing it across his chin.
His lower body was buried, and Nicholas tried to clear the broken rock;
but almost immediately he realized the futility of it. A lump of raw
rock the size of a billiard table lay across him. It weighed many tons,
and must certainly have crushed his spine and pelvis. No single man
would be able to move that massive weight unaided. Even if it were
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