control, a tightening of his arms-or were they wings? — against his sides; the velocity buffeting his face, the ground swooping upwards and then, like air brakes, the arm-tearing tension to slow the descent and glide into the trees. Not enough control! Branches and twigs like long-thorned fingers snatched at him.
And then blackness.
He awoke in the back of the cockpit.
Max hauled his aching body out of the plane and stood for a moment in the warm shade. He scooped a handful of earth and put it to his nose; the earthy smell of Africa gave him a reassuring sense of being grounded.
!Koga waited nervously at the edge of the track, a look of relief on his face when Max pushed through the trees.!Koga touched the slash across Max’s shoulders, as long as a hand’s length. It was superficial but it stung. “I think I fell backwards in the cockpit,” Max answered the questioning look. The truth frightened him as much as the experience; if he was mentally able to take on the form of an animal, then it was fairly certain that he could be attacked and injured or killed.
Maybe it was all in his imagination. Maybe that cut did come from falling inside the plane. At least that was one way of fooling himself.
They jogged steadily for a couple of hours, the layout of the ground imprinting itself like a three-dimensional image in Max’s mind. As the sun rose higher and the heat became intolerable, they rested in the lee of a rock overhang. Max spread the maps out. The crease marks on his own map were frayed; his father’s Ordnance Survey map was more serviceable. The hydrology chart was what interested him now. By comparing his father’s two maps and his own aerial memory view of the Devil’s Breath, he realized that one of the blue veins formed an underground circuit from the gaping hole and traveled directly under Skeleton Rock. He wasn’t sure about the hair-thin line that looped off, but it seemed the river system could also be a feed from, or was a result of, this underground water system. Max mentally chastised himself. What an idiot. He had literally had a bird’s-eye view of the fort. He could have seen everything he needed to know. The river and those crocodiles acted as a natural defense, but he could have flown into the fort itself. He could have observed everything. They had to be bringing in supplies. Were they using the river for drinking water? If they were, was there a filtration plant? If so, where did they generate electricity to run it? Answers to these questions might have given him a way into Skeleton Rock.
Everything had brought him to this place, there was no doubt in Max’s mind that this was where he would find more evidence of his father’s whereabouts. But the memory of that last flight gave him the jitters. His hands trembled at the memory: the eagle’s penetrating eyes, the talons that clawed at his face and neck. He could almost feel them closing on his chest, piercing heart and lungs, and then in those last agonizing moments of life the beak would rip him apart. It was a horror scenario. Truth was, the reason he hadn’t looked more closely at the fort was because he had been so scared.
There was a part of him, the adventurous bit, that thrilled at the idea of being able to take on another animal’s form, but the reality of plunging into that half-world was another matter. For a start, it wasn’t something he could just do whenever he wanted-it wasn’t like taking a coat on or off, it appeared to depend on circumstances and necessity. His emotions seemed to be part of the trigger that allowed him to do it. It was something that he just couldn’t analyze.
!Koga watched him, reached out and touched his trembling hands.
“Sorry, mate, must have had too much sun,” Max said in response.
“What is it we must do?” asked!Koga.
“Well, getting the SAS would be a good idea, failing that the cavalry, but if they’ve got another gig planned it’s down to you and me, and the
!Koga waited until something Max said made sense. Max traced their journey on his dad’s map. “We’ve come from here, I think, and we’re going there, I hope. Thing is,!Koga, I’ve got to get into the fort. Do you know about the fort?”
!Koga shook his head.
“What about Shaka Chang? Ever heard of him?”
“No. I do not know this name. But here”-he touched the back of his hand on the map where Max had indicated-“is this the place where the monster lives? Below the ground? The bad place?”
Max had tried to hide his own fear, but he could see that!Koga was getting frightened now as well. He summoned a smile for his friend.
“One good thing about being frightened is it makes you careful.”
“I would rather not be frightened,”!Koga said.
It was nightfall before they reached some high ground, a raised plateau of a hundred square meters or so. As the earth’s rim turned from crimson to gold and finally to a deep blue, darkness followed quickly, eager to exert its dominance and beauty over the harshness of day. Max lay on his back, the Milky Way so close it was almost touching his face. Of all those stars and planets, universes and worlds, he was lying here, caught up in something he could barely understand. But when the lights of the fort flickered into life a kilometer or so away, one question had been answered. They had power. So there was a generator somewhere. And there was no sign of solar panels, so there had to be a source. The river was too placid. What else could create that energy? Diesel generators might do it, but that was a huge place to illuminate and there was no familiar hum of engines.
When he awoke, the moon had shifted high into the sky and first light was already warming the air.!Koga was already awake, squatting, elbows on knees, as he gazed out towards the black pit in the distance. Max did a face wash with his hands, rubbing vigorously, forcing himself into a more alert state. “You should have woken me,” he said.
!Koga smiled and said, “The day will always be here.
There is no need to run all the time. The day will wait. Where do we go? To the fort?”
“Not yet,” Max told him, and turned away, fearful that if he told!Koga what he had figured out, the boy would refuse to accompany him. And right now Max felt that he needed a friend close to him.
An hour later the smell of fetid vegetation around the rim of the Devil’s Breath confirmed they were within a hundred meters of the gigantic sinkhole. Even though they could not yet see its depths, it appeared ready to swallow anything foolish enough to venture too close. Max felt the soggy seaweedlike goo. This place had to be a geyser of some kind, and they usually erupted on a regular basis. The question was: when? It had not happened during the previous hours when they had slept, but that damp grass and moss had not dried the previous day, so it had to blow at least twice during daylight hours.
He wished he had paid more attention to his maths and science classes at school. The subjects seemed so unengaging as he sat gazing across the Devon moorland, dreaming of other things than dry mathematical formulae. His dad often despaired at Max’s poor grades and Max always promised to try harder. Maths helped one to understand natural patterns and structures, his dad had explained to him. Understand maths and science, and you can figure out most things, such as language, music and culture. And erupting geysers, Max thought. Well, he’d rather be shown something than have it explained. That was why he liked going on field trips with his dad; he showed him how things worked. Besides, at school he had Sayid to help him out of tight spots when it came to cramming for exams. He had a half-decent brain, but he was lazy. There were far too many other things to do; school lessons simply got in the way. Well, now he could do with a bit of maths and geology to help figure out how often this monstrous hole was going to erupt, because his life might depend on it. And maybe this time the practical experience was not going to be much fun.
“Wait here,” he said to!Koga. “I’m going closer.”
“That is a foolish thing to do.”!Koga muttered something under his breath which Max did not understand, and the boy gripped his arm tightly, stopping him from going further.
“I have to see as much as I can before it gets any lighter. There’s not a lot of cover here-and look at those rock pools, animals will come and drink. Let’s take a look and find somewhere to hide,” Max assured him.
“We should not be here,”!Koga insisted. “I have a bad feeling, Max. This is not something you understand.”
“I don’t understand a ton of stuff, but I’ve got to have a look. Stay here,” he repeated.
He pulled free from!Koga’s grip and threaded his way through the low boulders. His feet squelched in the
