chains, once again hundreds of thousands of human beings would be
forced to learn the same misery that this city had engendered. She
must write that, she decided, she must capture the sense of outrage and
despair she felt now and convey it to the civilized peoples of the
world.
A small scuffling sound distracted her and she looked down, then drew
back with a shudder from the finger-length purple scorpion, with its
lobster claws and the high curved tail bearing a single-hooked fang
that scuttled towards the toe of her boot. She turned and hurried back
along the alleyway.
The chill of horror stayed with her, so that she crossed gratefully to
the bright fire of thorn twigs that blazed under the ruined wall.
Gareth looked up as she knelt beside him and held out her hands to the
blaze.
'I was just coming to look for you. Better not wander off on your
own.'
'I can look after myself,' she told him quickly, with an edge to her
voice which was becoming familiar.
'I agree.' He smiled placatingly at her. 'A bit too damned well
I sometimes think, 'and he dug in his pocket.
'I found something in the sand as I was digging the fireplace.' He
held out a broken circle of metal which gleamed yellow in the
firelight. It was fashioned as a snake bangle, with a serpent's forged
head and coiled body.
Vicky felt her irritation evaporate magically. 'Oh, Gary,' she lifted
it in both hands, 'it's beautiful. Is it gold?'
'I suspect it is.' She slipped the heavy bangle over her wrist and
admired it with a glowing expression, twisting it to catch the light.
'Not one of them can resist a gift,' Gareth thought comfortably,
watching her face in the dancing firelight.
'it belonged to a princess, who was famous for her beauty and her
compassion to besotted suitors,' said Gareth lightly.
'So I thought how fitting that you should have it.'
'Oh!' she gasped. 'For me.' And impulsively she leaned forward to
kiss his cheek, and was startled when he turned his head quickly and
her lips pressed full against his. For a moment she tried to pull away
and then it did not seem worth the effort. After all, it was a truly
magnificent bracelet.
In the light of the single hurricane lamp, Jake and Gregorius were
studying the large-scale map spread on the engine bonnet of Priscilla
the Pig. Gregorius was tracing the route they must take to the shed of
the Awash River and lamenting the map's many inaccuracies and
omissions.
'If you had tried to follow this, you'd have got into serious trouble,
Jake.' Jake looked up suddenly from the map, and thirty paces away he
saw the two figures in the firelight come together and stay that way.
He felt his pulse begin to pound and the blood come up his neck,
scalding hot.
'Let's get some coffee, 'he grunted.
