cliff, and for the behaviour of the bull kudu.
However, he was still a little on edge, and he was giving the high
ground above them all his attention. He saw a speck flick over the top
of the cliff, twisting and falling - a dead leaf -on the warm, wayward
breeze. It was too small and insignificant to be of any danger, but
nevertheless he followed the movement with his eye, his interest idle.
The brown leaf spiralled and looped, and finally touched lightly against
his cheek. He lifted his hand as a reflex, and caught it. He rubbed the
brown scrap between his fingers, expecting it to crackle and crumble.
Instead it was soft and supple, with a fine, almost greasy texture.
He opened his hand and studied it more closely. It was no leaf, he saw
at once, but a torn scrap of greased paper, brown and translucent,
Suddenly all his early'warning bells jangled. It was not just the
incongruity of manufactured paper suddenly materializing in this remote
setting. He recognized the quality and texture of that particular type
of paper. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed it. The sharp, nitrous
odour prickled the back of his throat.
'Gelly!' he exclaimed aloud. He knew the smell instantly.
Blasting gelignite was seldom employed for military purposes in this age
of Semtex and plastic explosives, bu was still widely used in the mining
industry and in mineral exploration. Usually the sticks of nitrogelatine
in a wood Pulp and sodium nitrate base was wrapped in that distinct tive
brown greased paper. Before the detonator was placed in the head of the
stick, it was common practice to tear off the corner of the paper
wrapper to expose the treacle brown explosive beneath. He had used it
often enough in the old days never to forget the odour of it.
His mind was racing now. If somebody was expecting them and had mined
the cliff with gelignite, then the reflection he had picked up could
have been from the coils of copper wiring strung between the explosive
in the rock, or it could have been from some other item of equipment.
If that was so, then the operator might even at this moment be lying
concealed up there, ready to press the plunger on the circuit box. The
kudu bull might have been fleeing from the concealed human presence.
'Aly!' he bellowed down to the head of the caravan, 'Stop them! Turn
them back!'
He started to run forward towards the head of the caravan, but in his
heart he knew it was already too late. If there was somebody up there on
the cliff, he was watching every move that Nicholas made. Nicholas could
never hope to reach the head of the column and turn the mules around on
the narrow trail, and get them back to safety before ... He came up
short and looked back at Royan.
Her safety was his main concern. He turned and ran back to grab her arm.
'Come on! We have to get off the track.'
'What is it, Nicky? What are you doing?' She was resisting him, pulling
back against his grip on her arm.
'I'll explain later,' he snapped at her brusquely. 'Just trust me now.'
He dragged her a couple of paces before she gave in and began to run
with him, back in the direction from which they had come.
They had notcovered fifty yards before the cliff face blew. A vast
