No, keep clear of British Somaliland. The French territory is more

suitable.' They plunged into the planning of the expedition, both Jake

and Gareth realizing swiftly how lightly they had discounted the

difficulties that faced them, and how valuable was the Prince's

advice.

'Your landing will be one of the critical stages. There is a tidal

fall of almost twenty feet on this coast and an unfavorable shelving of

the bottom. However, at this point about forty miles north of Jibuti

there is an ancient harbour called Month. It's not marked on the

chart. It was one of the centres of the slave trade before its

abolition, like Zanzibar and Mozambique Island. It was stormed and

sacked by a British force in 1842. The port is without fresh water and

since then it has been deserted. Yet it has a deep-water channel and a

good approach to the shore. This would be a suitable place to land the

vehicles an awkward task without good wharfage and overhead cranes.'

Gareth was scribbling notes on a sheet of Union Castle notepaper,

while

Jake leaned attentively over the chart.

'What about patrols in this area?' he asked, and the Prince

shrugged.

'There is a battalion of the Ugion ttrang&e at Jibuti and they send an

occasional camel patrol through this area.

The odds are much against an encounter.'

'Those are the kind of odds I like,' muttered Gareth.

'Once we are ashore what then?' The Prince touched the map.

'You should then move parallel with the border of Italian Eritrea - a

southwesterly heading until you encounter the swamp area where the

Awash River sinks into the desert. Then turn directly westwards and

you will cross the French Somali border and enter the Danakil country

of Ethiopia. I will arrange to meet your column here-' He turned to

his group of elderly advisers and asked a question. Immediately an

animated and high-volume discussion broke out, at the end of which

the

Prince turned back to them with a smile.

'We seem to be in general agreement that the rendezvous should be at

the Wells of Chaldi here.' He showed them the map again. 'As you can

see, it is well within Ethiopian territory. This will suit my

Government as well for the cars will be used in the defence of the

Sardi Gorge and the road to Dessie in the event of an Italian offensive

in that direction-' The Prince was interrupted by one of his advisers

and he listened for a few minutes before nodding in agreement and

turning back to the two white men. 'It has been suggested that as your

journey from Month to the Wells of Chaldi will be through trackless

desert country some areas of which would be impassable to wheeled

vehicles we should provide you with a guide who knows the area-'

'That's more like it, 'Jake growled with relief.

'That's absolutely splendid, Toffee,' agreed Gareth.

'Very well. The young man I have chosen is a relative of mine, a

nephew. He speaks English well, having also spent three years at

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