was right about it being a long way down. They were both lucky to escape injury.
Elsa, who seemed to have taken charge of her team, solved the problem by having one person carry their burden draped over their shoulder, holding on to the guide ropes with both hands. The other two, one in front and one behind, held on with one hand only, steadying the principal with the other. It was probably safer, but it was numbingly slow.
By the time they’d inched their way to the other side we were the only team left and everyone, instructors included, was waiting under the bridge to watch our crossing.
“What d’you reckon?” Craddock asked. “Mad dash or slow but sure?”
I was in enough pain by this time to favour a mad dash, just to get it over with faster, but the other two voted for the other alternative and I had no choice but to go along with it.
With Declan in the lead and Romundstad bringing up the rear we edged out across the void. Dangling over Craddock’s shoulder all I could see where the back of his legs and Romundstad’s feet that came nervously after. Below them, it was a hell of a long way down.
Every now and again their collective movements would set up a swaying motion on the rope and they’d have to freeze until the lurching subsided. It was painful progress in every sense of the word and a good job, I contemplated tightly, that I wasn’t seasick.
Then, when we were just over one-third’s distance, I felt Craddock slip slightly to one side. It was enough for me to start slithering off his shoulder. I waited a heartbeat for Romundstad to grab hold of me, but he must have had his own balance to worry about. I didn’t want to be the one who incurred a forfeit from the ever-watchful Todd, but I didn’t see I had much option.
In the end, I left it too late to save myself anyway.
Craddock’s boot slipped off the rope entirely. With a bellow that could have been anger, or could have been pain, he managed to get a fistful of guide rope with his left hand, but I tumbled off his shoulder and started heading for
For a split-second my vision was a cartwheel of ground and sky, then I thumped down hard, mainly head first, and landed on my face in the dirt.
The impact left me stunned and sick. For a few moments I lay there, disconnected from myself, watching with vague interest as numerous pairs of booted feet congregated around my head. Eventually, I was rolled over onto my back. The rope bridge seemed miles above me in the sky. Had I really fallen all the way from there?
Figgis’s long mournful face appeared. “Charlie,” he said, slowly and carefully, “can you move your hands and feet for me?”
I obligingly wiggled my limbs to show my spinal cord was still attached, but when I sat up it was like I’d been punched in the chest. I wrapped my arms round my ribs, gasping.
“Steady, girl,” Figgis said. “Take a minute. You might have cracked a couple of ribs.”
Light-headed, I gave a wheezy laugh and muttered, “Been there, done that.”
Somebody snorted and when I looked up I found Todd staring down at me. “This is why female bodyguards are a waste of space,” he stated, his voice acid with contempt. “You just haven’t got the physical strength to get the job done.”
“I’m plenty strong enough when I’m fully fit,” I threw back at him, and regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of my mouth. There was a long pause.
“What the fuck does that mean?” he demanded.
I tried to think of an excuse, but none came. The throbbing in my chest was making it difficult to think much. In the end the truth just came dribbling out.
“I fractured my sternum two months ago,” I said, part shamefaced, part defiant.
“And you still came on the course?” O’Neill asked, and I couldn’t tell from his tone whether he thought I was a hero or a fool.
I shrugged. “It’s supposed to be mended.”
Figgis held his hand out. For a moment I stared at it stupidly, as though he was offering it to shake. Then it dawned on me that he was helping me up.
I got to my feet. The other students moved back silently to give me room. The whole of my ribcage felt tight, like I’d been crushed by a snake. I tried a couple of deep breaths, with varying degrees of success.
Todd stood and looked at me with his hands on his hips. “I think you’d better get back to the Manor,” he said, dismissive. “Talk to the Major. He’ll arrange you a flight home.”
“Hang on,” I protested. “You can’t just chuck me out.”
“I think you’ll find we can do anything we like, Miss Fox,” he said with a grim smile. “Injury is one of the commonest reasons for people failing this course. It’s against school policy to let you continue. Like it or not, you’re out.”
Nineteen
It was a long way back to the Manor, and nobody offered to walk with me. Before I was even out of earshot I could hear Todd resuming the lesson, sending the students off round the assault course individually. O’Neill and Figgis were shouting insults and encouragement.
As I walked back into the teeth of an uncouth wind I felt instantly forgotten. The sands had closed over me and now there was nothing to show I’d ever been there.
I was out. Finished.
But there was always the chance, I realised, to argue my corner with the Major. Somehow I didn’t think he was going to bend the rules in my case, but it was worth a try. I would call Sean as soon as I got back, I reasoned, and seek advice before I braved Gilby.
I tried not to worry about Sean’s reaction to my expulsion from the course. I didn’t think for a moment that he’d blame me for it, but that didn’t make it any easier to believe I hadn’t failed him. I closed my mind to telling him about Rebanks. Sean should be in Germany by now. I would wait until I could tell him face to face.
I thought about a lot of things on the way back. It helped keep my mind off the pain in my chest. The bitter weather was sidling in through my jacket with negligent disregard for its apparent insulation properties. The sweat had cooled on my body and shivering made things hurt all the more.
It was better to have something else to concentrate on, not least of which was the fact that Romundstad should have saved me, and either couldn’t or wouldn’t do so. It was an interesting point to ponder. I shifted from that to wondering what he might have had to gain by letting me fall.
Kirk had let me fall, too. A calculated act of cruelty from a man with a big heart. Not surprising in some ways that it had been on his conscience, as Sean had claimed. Didn’t stop him standing against me at the time, though. Peer pressure is a powerful method of inducement.
Eventually, the back of the Manor came into view and I trudged across the rear parking area. I’m not entirely sure why, but as I drew level with what was left of Blakemore’s bike, I slowed. It was a mess, even more so than I remembered. How could I just give in and leave here with my tail between my legs when there were still so many unanswered questions?
When I looked back towards the house, there were two men with machine pistols walking across the terrace.
I ducked quickly behind the wrecked Audis, trying not to wince as I did so, but they hadn’t seen me. If I hadn’t made that brief pause I would have been out into the open. On killing ground. The thought made me start to sweat again. I didn’t need to be told that these weren’t Gilby’s regular men. So who were they?
If these were a couple of the mercenaries that the Major was using for the kidnappings, then I needed to know. Particularly if he wouldn’t budge on kicking me out. The more information I could take away with me for Sean, the less this whole painful business would have been a disaster.
I peeped round the corner of the tarpaulin and watched as the men scanned the whole of the area carefully and methodically. Then they started round the side of the house, keeping sharp, moving like professionals. They were carrying IMI Mini-Uzis on shoulder straps. How many more of them were there?
I thought all too briefly of hightailing it back to the assault course and fetching the instructors, but then I thought of the distance, and the time it would take, and realised that I was on my own. Besides, what if they were
