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The Seventh Scroll - Smith Wilbur - Страница 45
They were silent again, both of them thinking furiously. Then Royan
started, "Nicky, what if-' she broke off. "No, that won't. work." She
relapsed into frowning silence again.
Tamre broke the quiet with a sudden squeak of excitement, "There it is.
Look!'
They were both startled by the interruption. "What is it?" Royan turned
to him.
Tamre seized her arm and shook it. He was trembling with emotion. "There
it is. I told you." With his other hand he was pointing out across the
river, "There at the edge of the thorn bushes. Can't you see it?"
"What is it? What can you see?"
"The animal of John the Baptist. The holy marked creature."
Following the direction of his outflung arm, she picked out a soft,
brownish blur of movement at the edge of the thicket on the far bank. "I
don't know. It is too far-'
Nicholas scrabbled in his pack and brought out his binoculars. He lifted
and focused them, and then he began to chuckle.
"Hallelujah! Great-grandpa's reputation is safe at last." He passed the
binoculars to Royan. She focused them and found the little creature in
the field. It was three hundred yards away, but through the ten-power
lens she could make it out in detail.
It was almost half as large again as the common dikdik that they had
seen the previous day, and instead of drab grey its coat was a rich red
brown. Its most striking feature, however, was the distinct dark bars of
chocolate colour across its shoulders and back - five evenly spaced
markings that did indeed look like the imprint of fingers and thumb.
"Madoqua harperii, no less," Nicholas whispered to her.
"Sorry, great-grandfather, for doubting you."
The dik-dik stood half in shadow, wriggling its nose as it snuffled the
air. Its head was held high, suspicious and alert. The soft breeze was
quartering between them and the animal, but every so often a wayward
eddy gave it the faint whiff of humanity that had alarmed it.
Royan heard the snick of the rifle action as Nicholas worked the bolt
and chambered a round. Hurriedly she lowered the glasses, and glanced at
him. "You aren't going to shoot it?" she demanded.
"No, not at that range. Over three hundred yards, and a small target.
I'll wait for it to get closer."
"How can you bring yourself to do it?"
"How can I not? That's what I came here to do, amongst other things."
"But it's so beautiful."
"I take it, then, that it would be perfectly all right to whack it if it
were ugly?"
She said nothing, but raised the binoculars again. The eddy of the wind
must have changed, for the dik-dik lowered its head to nibble at a tuft
of coarse brown grass.
Then lifted its head again and came on down the clearing in the Thorn
scrub, stepping daintily, pausing every few paces to feed again.
"Go back. She tried to will it into safety, but it kept on coming,
meandering towards the edge of the chasm.
Nicholas rolled on to his stomach and settled himself behind the trunk
of the tree. He screwed up his hat into a soft pad on which to rest the
rifle.
"Two hundred yards," he muttered to himself "That's a fair shot. No
further." Resting the cushioned rifle on the twisted root, he aimed
through the telescopic sight. Then he lifted his head, waiting to let it
come within certain range.
Abruptly the dik-dik lifted its head again and came to a halt, quivering
with tension.
"Something he doesn't like. Dammit all, wind must have changed again,'
Nicholas growled. At that moment the little antelope bolted. It streaked
across the clearing, back the way it had come, and disappeared into the
thorn scrub.
"Go, dik-dik, go!" said Royan smugly, and Nicholas sat up and grunted
with disgust.
"I can't make out what frightened him." Then his expression changed and
he cocked his head. There was an alien sound on the air growing each
second - a harsh, rising clatter and a shrill, whining whistle.
"Chopper! What the hell!" Nicholas recognized the sound immediately. He
took the binoculars from Royan's hand and turned them to the sky,
sweeping the cloudless blue emptiness above the tops of the escarpment.
"There it is," he said grimly, adding, "Bell Jet Ranger," as he
recognized the profile. "Coming this way, by the looks of it. No point
in drawing attention to ourselves. Let's get under cover."
He shepherded Royan and the boy under the spread branches of the thorn
tree. "Sit tight," he told her. "No chance they will spot us under
here."
He watched the. approaching helicopter through the binoculars. "Probably
Ethiopian air force," he said softly.
"Anti-shufta patrol, most likely. Both Boris and Colonel Nogo warned us
that there are a lot of rebels and bandits operating down here in the
gorge-' he broke off abruptly.
"No. Hold on. That's not military. Green and red fuselage, and the red
horse emblem. None other than your old friends from Pegasus
Exploration."
The sound of the rotors crescendoed, and now with her naked eye Royan
could make out the flying horse on the fuselage of the helicopter as it
flew low across their front, half a mile out, headed down towards the
Nile.
Neither of them paid any attention to Tamre as he crouched behind Royan,
trying to hide behind her body.
His teeth were chattering with terror and his eyes rolled until the
whites showed.
"It looks as if our friend Jake Helm has got himself some fancy
transport. If Pegasus is in any way connected with Duraid's murder and
the other attempts on your life, then we can expect them to be breathing
heavily down our necks from now on. They are now in a position to
overlook us at will." Nicholas was still watching the aircraft through
the binoculars.
"When your enemy is up in the air, it gives you a helpless feeling."
Royan edged instinctively closer to him, staring up.
The green and scarlet machine disappeared over the hump of the subgorge,
down towards the monastery.
"Unless he's just on a joy-ride, he's probably looking for our camp,'
Nicholas guessed. "Under orders from the main man to keep tabs on us."
"He will have no trouble finding it. Boris made no attempt to conceal
the huts," Royan said uneasily. "Let's get out of here, then." She stood
up.
"Good plan." Nicholas was about to follow her, when suddenly he caught
her hand and drew her down again.
"Hold it. They are coming back this way."
The engine beat was rising again. Then they caught a glimpse of the
helicopter through the canopy of leaves and thorn branches overhead.
"Now he is following the river. Still searching for something, by the
looks of it."
"Us?"Royan asked nervously.
"If they are under orders from the head man, could be," Nicholas agreed.
The machine was very close now, and the shrill whine of the engine was
deafening.
At that moment Tamre's nerve broke. He let out a wail of terror, "It is
the Devil, come to take me; Save me, Jesus Christ the Saviour, save me!'
Nicholas put out a hand to restrain him, but he was not quick enough.
Tamre broke free and leaped to his feet.
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