only true coinage. For this reason they were still minted with the
original date of 1780 and the portrait of the old Empress, with her
double chin and her decolletage exposing half her great bust. One of
these coins was more prized than a sackful of the worthless paper birr
issued by the regime in Addis. To pay his labour bills, Nicholas had
included a chest of these silver coins in the first pallet load that
Jannie had dropped.
Celestial grins bloomed as they listened, and white teeth sparkled in
their ebony faces. Someone began to sing, and they all stamped and
danced and cheered Nicholas as they trooped off to queue for their
tools. With mattocks and shovels at the slope they filed off up the
valley to the dam site, still singing and prancing.
'St. Nicholas,' Tessay laughed. 'Father Christmas. They will never
forget you now.'
'They may even enshrine you and build a monastery over you' Royan
suggested sweetly.
'What they don't know is that they are going to earn every single dollar
, the hard way.'
From then onwards the work began as soon as it was light enough to see,
and stopped only when it was too dark to continue. The men came back to-
their temporary compound each night by the light of grass torches, too
weary to sing. However, Nicholas had contracted with the headmen from
the highland villages to supply a slaughter beast every day. Each
morning the women came down the trail driving the animal before them,
and with huge pots of tej balanced on their heads.
Over the days that followed, there were no deserters from Nicholas's
little army of workers.
ounted on the high seat of the front-ender, Sapper lifted the first
filled mesh gabion in the hydraulic arms. The mesh'bound parcel of
boulders weighed several tons, and all work on the site came to a halt
as the men crowded the banks of the Dandera river to watch. A hum of
astonishment went up as Sapper eased the yellow tractor down the steep
bank and, with the gabion held high, drove the vehicle in to the water.
The current, affronted by this invasion, swirled angrily around the high
rear wheels, but Sapper pushed in deeper.
The crowds lining the bank began to chant and clap encouragement as the
water reached as high as the belly of the machine, and louds of steam
hissed from the hot steel of the sump. Sapper locked the brakes, and
then lowered the heavy gabion into the flood before reversing back up
the bank. The men cheered him wildly, even though the first gabion was
instantly submerged and only a whirlpool on the river's surface marked
its position. Another filled gabion lay ready. The Contender waddled up
to it, lowered its- steel arms and picked it up as tenderly as a mother
gathering up her infant.
Nicholas shouted at the foremen to get their gangs back to work. The
long lines of men came up the valley, naked except for their brief white
loincloths. Sweating heavily in the heat of the gorge, their skin
glistened like anthracite freshly cut from the coal face. Each of them
carried on his head a basket of stone aggregate, which he dumped into
