I placed it at the foot of the sarcophagus. While I carved it, I had set
up three copper mirrors so that I could study my own features from every
angle and reproduce them faithfully. The doll was a miniature Taita.
Upon the base I had inscribed the words Royan knelt at the foot of the
coffin and pick up the ushabd figure. Reverently she turned it in her
hands and studied the hieroglyphics carved into the base of the figure.
Nicholas knelt beside her. 'Read it to me,' he said.
Softly she obeyed. ''My natne is Taita. I am a physician and a poet. I
am an architect and a philosopher. I am your friend. I will answer for
you - ''
so it's all true,'Nicholas whispered, Royan replaced the ushabti exactly
as she had found it and, still on her knees, turned her face to his.
this,' she
'I have never known another moment like whispered. 'I want it never to
end.'
'It will never end, my darling,' he answered her. 'You and I are only
just beginning.'
ek Nimmur watched them coming, skirtin 9 the bottom slope of the hill,
It took the trained eye of a bush-fighter to pick them ut as they moved
through the thick scrub and thorn. As 0 he evaluated them he felt a
twinge of dismay. These were crack troopsi seasoned during long years of
war. He had once fought with them against the Mengistu. tyranny, an he
had probably trained many of those men down there.
Now they were coming against him. Such was the cycle of violence in this
racked continent, where the war and endless struggles were fuelled and
nurtured by the age-old tribal enmities and the greed and corruption of
the newage politicians and their outmoded ideologies.
But this was not the moment for dialectics, he thought bitterly, and
focused his mind on the tactics Of the battlefield beneath him. Yes!
These men were good. He could see it in the way they advanced, like
wraiths through the scrub. For every one of them he picked out, he knew
there were a dozen others that remained unseen.
'Company strength,' he thought, and glanced around at his own small
force. Fourteen men amongst the rocks, they could only hope to hit their
adversary hard while they still had the advantage of surprise, and then
pull back before Nogo ranged his mortars in on the hilltop where they
lay.
He looked up at the sky and wondered whether Nogo would call in an air
strike. Thirty'five minutes' flying time viet'built Tupolevs from the
air base for a stick of those So at Addis, and he could almost smell the
sweet stench of wind, and see the rolling cloud of napalm on the humid
flame sweeping to wards them. That was the only thing his men really
feared. But there would be no air strike - not this time, he decided.
Nogo and his paymaster, the German von Schiller, wanted the spoils from
the tomb that Nicholas Quenton-Harper had discovered in the gorge. They
did not want to share any of it with those political fat cats in Addis.
They would not want to draw any government attention to themselves and
this little private campaign of theirs in the Abbay gorge.
He looked back down the slope. The enemy was moving in nicely, swinging
