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The Seventh Scroll - Smith Wilbur - Страница 115
fingers, her mouth wide open to his kiss, her tongue sinuous and
slippery as it twined around his.
He slid his other hand up between their bodies and unhooked the buttons
of her shirt down as low as her belt.
She leaned back slightly in his embrace to make it easier for him. With
a delicious shock he discovered that her breasts were naked under the
thin cotton shirt. He cupped one of them in his hand: it was small and
firm, only just filling his hand. When he pinched the nipple gently , it
stiffened between his fingers like a tiny ripe strawberry.
He broke off the kiss and bowed his head to her bosom.
She moaned softly, and with one hand guided him down.
When he sucked her nipple into his mouth she gasped and hooked the nails
of her other hand into his back, like a cat responding to a caress. Her
whole body undulated in his embrace, and after a while she pulled his
mouth away. He thought for a moment that she was rejecting him, but then
she moved his head across and placed her other nipple in his mouth. Once
again she gasped as he sucked it in.
Her movements became mote abandoned, keeping pace with his own arousal.
He could restrain himself no longer and he reached up under her khaki
culottes and laid his hand on the plump mound of her sex. Then with one
swift lithe movement she broke away and sprang to her feet. She stood
back from him, smoothing down her culottes and buttoning her shirt with
fingers that trembled
"I am so sorry, Nicky. I want to, oh God, you will never know how much I
want to. But-' she shook her head and she was panting wildly, "not yet.
Please, Nicky, forgive me. I am caught between two worlds. One half of
me wants this so very much but the other half will not allow me He stood
up and kissed her chastely. "There is no hurry. Good things are worth
waiting for," he told her with his mouth just touching hers. "Come! I
will take you home now."
while it was still dark the next morning, the first levy of priests that
Mai Metemma had promised came filing up the valley. Their chanting awoke
the camp, and everyone came sleepily out of their thatched lean-to
shelters to welcome the Ion column of holy men.
"Sweet heavens," Nicholas yawned, "it looks as though we have started
another crusade. They must have left the monastery in the middle of the
night to get here at this hour." He went to find Tessay, and when he did
he told her, "You are hereby appointed official translator. Sapper
speaks not a word of either Arabic or Amharic. Stick close to him."
As soon as it was fully light, Mek and Nicholas left camp to reconnoitr
the drop site. By noon they had agreed that there was only one
possibility: they would have to use the valley itself Compared to the
rocky ridges that surrounded them, the floor of the valley was level and
fairly free of obstructions. It was imperative that the drop should take
place as close to the dam site as possible, for every mile that the
stores must be manhandled would add immeasurably to the time and effort
needed for the work.
"Time is the major factor," Nicholas told Mek as they stood in the
chosen drop zone the following morning.
"Every day counts from now until the rains break."
Mek looked up at the sky. "Pray God for late rains." They marked out
their drop site a mile down from the river, along the stretch where the
valley was widest and there was a clear approach through a gap in the
hills.
Jannie would need to fly straight and level for five miles under full
flap and with the loading ramp down.
"Cutting it fine," Mek remarked, as they surveyed the rugged slopes and
frowning peaks that surrounded them.
"Can your fat friend fly?"
"Fly? He is half-bird,'Nicholas told him.
They moved down the valley to check the placement of the flares and the
markers, The markers consisted of crosses of quartz stones laid out down
the centre of the valley floor, and they would be highly visible from
the air.
Sapper was up at the head of the valley. They could see him there on the
skyline as he moved around, setting out his smoke flares to mark the
approach to the drop zone.
When Nicholas turned around and looked in the opposite direction, he
could see the two women sitting on a rock together at the far end of the
valley. Sapper had already helped them to set up their flares. These
would mark the far limit of the zone, and give Jannie a mark for his
climb out of the valley.
Nicholas then turned his attention back to Mek's men as they finished
laying out the stark white quartz markers.
Once these were all in place, Mek ordered the area to be cleared. Then,
lugging the radio, they climbed up to join Sapper on the high ground at
the head of the valley. Mek helped Nicholas string out the aerial. Then
Nicholas switched on and adjusted the gain carefully before he thumbed
the microphone.
"Big Dolly. Come in, Big Dolly!'Nicholas invited, but the static hummed
and whined.
"They must be running late." Nicholas tried not to let his disquiet
show. Jannie will be coming straight in from Malta on this run. After
the first drop he will go back to your base at Roseires and pick up the
second load. With luck, both loads should all be dropped before noon
tomorrow.
"If the fat man comes at all," Mek remarked.
Jannie is a pro," Nicholas grunted. "He will come." He held the
microphone to his lips, "Big Dolly. Do you read?
Over."
Every ten minutes he called -out into the empty echoing silence. Each
time his call went unanswered he had visions of Sudanese MiG
interceptors racing in with their missiles cocked and locked, and the
old Hercules plunging earthwards in flames.
"Come in, Big Dolly!" he pleaded, and at last a thin, scratchy voice
floated into his headset. "Pharaoh. This is Big Dolly. ETA forty-five
minutes. Standing by." Jannie's transmission was terse. He was too much
of an old hand at the smuggling game to give a hostile listener time to
fix his position.
"Big Dolly. Understand four five. Pharaoh standing by." Nicholas grinned
at Mek. "Looks like we are in business after all."
Mek heard it first. His ear was battle-tuned. In this i land, if you
wanted to go on living it paid to pick up any aircraft long before it
arrived. Nicholas was out of training, so it was almost five minutes
later that he picked up the distinctive drone of the multi-props echoing
weirdly off the Cliffs of the gorge. It was impossible to be certain of
the direction, but they shaded their eyes and stared into the west.
"There she is." Nicholas redeemed himself as he spotted the tiny dark
speck, so low as almost to blend into the background of the escarpment
wall. He nodded at Sapper.
Sapper ran out to his flares and fussed over them briefly. When he
backed away they bloomed into clouds of dense marigold-yellow smoke that
drifted out sluggishly on the light breeze. The smoke would give Jannie
the strength and direction of the wind, as well as his orientation for
the drop zone.
Nicholas lifted his binoculars and gazed towards the other end of the
narrow valley. He saw that Royan and Tessay were busy with their flares.
Suddenly crimson smoke billowed from them, and the women ran back to
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