separated them now. No longer making any attempt at concealment,

Nicholas leaned back against the hole of the Thorn tree. He tipped his

Panama hat forward over one eye and gave Jake Helm a laconic wave.

The foreman made no response to the greeting. He regarded Nicholas with

a flat, baleful stare, then struck a match and held the flame to the tip

of the half-smoked cigar between his lips. He flipped the dead match

away and blew a feather of smoke in Nicholas's direction. Still without

change of expression, he said something to the pilot out of the corner

of his mouth.

Immediately the helicopter rose vertically and banked away to the north,

heading back directly towards the wall of the escarpment and the base

camp on its summit.

'Mission accomplished. He found what he was looking for.'Royan sat up.

'Us!'

'And he must have spotted the camp. He knows where to find us

again,'Nicholas agreed.

Royan shivered and hugged herself briefly. 'He gives me the creeps, that

one. He looks like a toad.'

'Oh, come on!' Nicholas chided her. 'What have you got against toads?'

He stood up. 'I don't think we are going to see great-grandfather's

dik-dik again today. He has been thoroughly shaken up by the chopper.

I'll come back for another try tomorrow.'

'We should go and look for Tamre. He has probably had another fit, the

poor little fellow.'

She was wrong. They found the boy beside the path.

He was still shivering and weeping, but had not suffered another

seizure. He calmed down quickly when Royan soothed him, and followed

them back towards the camp.

However, when they neared the grove he slipped away in the direction of

the monastery.

That evening, while it was still light, Nicholas took Royan back to the

monastery.

'I believe that the criminal fraternity refer to a reconnaissance of

this nature as 'casing the joint',' he remarked, as they stooped through

the entrance of the rock cathedral and joined the throng of worshippers

in the outer chamber.

'From what Tamre says, it sounds as though the novices wait until they

know that the priests on duty are ones that will nod off during their

watch,' Royan told him softly, as they paused to gaze through the doors

into the middle chamber.

'We don't have that sort of insider knowledge,' Nicholas pointed out.

There were priests passing backwards and forwards through the doors as

they watched.

'There doesn't seem to be any sort of procedure,' Nicholas noted. 'No

password or ritual to allow them through.'

'On the other hand, they greeted the guards at the door by name. It's a

small community. They must all know each other intimately.'

'There doesn't seem any chance at all that I could dress up like a monk

and brazen my way through,'Nicholas agreed-A wonder what they do to

intruders in the sacred areas?'

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