the flimsy roof. The night was sultry, and they did not miss their

blankets.

Nicholas had a tube of insect repellent in his pack to keep the

mosquitoes at bay After they had settled down on the grass mattress,

their heads were close enough together to allow them to converse in

quiet tones. When he turned his head Nicholas could see the dark

silhouettes of Mek Nimmur and Tessay still sitting close together by the

fire.

'Ethiopian girls are different from the Arabs, and from most other

African women.' Royan too was watching the other couple. 'No Arab girl

would dare be alone with a man like that. Especially if she were a

married woman.'

'Any way you cut it, they make a damned fine pair,' he gave his opinion.

'Good luck to them. Tessay hasn't had much of that lately - she is

overdue.'

He turned his head and looked into her face, 'What about you, Royan,

what are you? Are you a decorous, submissive Arab, or an independent,

assertive Western girl?'

'It's both a little early and much too late for intimate questions of

that nature,' she told him, and turned over, presenting him with her

back.

'Ah, we are standing on ceremony this evening!

Goodnight, Woizero Royan.'

'Goodnight, Alto Nicholas,' she replied, keeping her face turned away

from him so that he could not see her smile.

The gorilla column moved out before dawn the next morning. They marched

in full battle order, with scouts moving ahead and flankers covering

each side of the path.

'The army come down here into the gorge very seldom, but we are always

ready for them when they do come,' Mek Nimmur explained. 'We try to give

them a hearty welcome.'

Tessay was watching Mek Nimmur as he spoke; indeed, she had seldom taken

her eyes off him that morning. Now she murmured to Royan, 'He is a truly

great man, a man who could unite our land, perhaps for the first time in

a thousand years. I feel humble in his presence, and yet I also feel

like a young girl again, filled with joy and hope.'

The march back to the monastery took the entire morning. When they came

in sight of the Dandera. river, Mek Nimmur drew his men back off the

path into thick bush, while sending only one scout forward. After an

hour's wait, a party of acolytes came up from the monastery, each

carrying a large bundle balanced upon his head.

They greeted Mek with deep reverence, and handed over their bundles to

his men before returning down the pathway into the gorge of the Abbay.

The bundles contained priestly shammas, headcloths and sandals. Mek's

men changed out of their camouflage fatigues into these garments, all of

which were well worn and unwashed for the sake of authenticity. They

wore only their sidearms under the robes. All their other weapons and

equipment they cached in one of the caves in the limestone Cliffs, and

left a detachment to guard them.

Вы читаете The Seventh Scroll
Добавить отзыв
ВСЕ ОТЗЫВЫ О КНИГЕ В ИЗБРАННОЕ

0

Вы можете отметить интересные вам фрагменты текста, которые будут доступны по уникальной ссылке в адресной строке браузера.

Отметить Добавить цитату