“By her choice, not just his. But not for the reason you think.”
“I’m confused. I came to warn you about Raeder…”
“It’s not warning we need.” He looked about. “It’s a crisp morning, breathing of winter, but the air is pleasantly clean, is it not? This is the best time in Lhasa, when the trees turn yellow and the first storms sprinkle the distant mountains with snow.”
Hood shifted, impatient. “Your soldiers took me and my companion, Beth Calloway, by surprise. It was embarrassing.”
Reting looked serene. “It was natural. Things happen as they’re meant to.”
What did that mean? “Perhaps then you can tell me what’s going on.”
The Reting arranged himself, his robes fanning like a dress, thinking about what to say. His air of gentle patience seemed alien after New York. In a world sliding toward war, he was eerily calm.
“Approximately one month ago, the British consul called on me in the Potala to report that a German delegation of SS men had left Calcutta without permission. Lhasa was their announced destination. Messages to that effect had arrived to the British legation via wireless from India. The consul suggested that I mobilize troops to stop the interlopers and turn them back toward the British Raj. He warned me they meant no good for Tibet.”
“So Raeder eluded you?”
“Oh no. We knew where he was at every moment and could have stopped him at any time. But a Tibetan Buddhist owes the weary traveler hospitality, and in any case I was curious who would be so bold as to approach our kingdom uninvited. So the English gave me the names of the Germans who’d been in Calcutta, and one of my scholars exclaimed at mention of one.”
“It was Keyuri who exclaimed about Kurt Raeder, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“She’s a scholar? A woman, in Tibet?”
“Miss Lin is an unusual young woman. Four years ago she elected to enter a Buddhist nunnery after serving on a Western research expedition.”
“The expedition was mine.”
“And both you and Kurt Raeder had been involved with her shortly after she had been widowed, she confided.”
Hood bowed his head. “Yes.”
“Her experience with Westerners had greatly troubled her. Part was their worldly ambition. Part was their ability to thrive and travel in a land so far from their own. Part was the strength of their desire: their madness, if you will. You are formidable. And restless.”
“We’re scholars too. But Raeder…”
Reting held up his hand. “It was Raeder who gave Keyuri the impetus to study legends of ancient Tibetan powers. She fears the West and wants my people to be ready to cope with it. So I spoke with her for many hours in private, getting her story and pondering what to do. The easiest thing would have been to turn the Germans back. But was it the wisest thing?”
“They’re Nazis, and Hitler preaches world domination.”
“Yes, but they’re skilled and unafraid of the legends that inhibit us. They’ve instruments to probe the earth that we don’t have. They are scholars of the Tibetan past and have the ability to understand technology that might elude us. So Keyuri suggested a solution. She proposed that we cooperate with these SS men.”
“But Raeder abused her!”
“Shambhala has long been rumored, but never seriously sought. We Tibetans know the difference between legend and history. Yet what if part of the legend is true? Could these ambitious Germans find it? And understand its secrets?”
“Understand only for Germany, I warn you.”
“Of course.” Reting looked mildly away, studying the paddling ducks. “Keyuri’s plan was to go with Raeder and see what he could find, learn what he could learn. She knows he’s still obsessed with her, because in the end he couldn’t have her heart. Our nun went to help the Germans and yet spy on them. To share in discovery, but bring it back to the Potala.”
“More intrigue than the Buddha taught.” Hood was wary of this game.
“These are perilous times. Will the coming storm reach my people? And if so, how will we shelter from it?”
“Maybe China can protect you.”
“China is our greatest fear of all.”
“Keyuri offered to Raeder to go along?”
“Of course not. He’d never expect her to after his treatment of her.”
Hood looked surprised.
“Yes, she showed me some of the scars,” Reting said. “We had to be cleverer than that. Instead, she betrayed the secret of his mission to the British, who immediately set out to find Shambhala for themselves, as we knew they would. Raeder also knew they would, and he arranged to ambush them north of Lhasa.”
“My God. You planned all this?”
“The British were unharmed, but their vehicles-the only ones in Lhasa capable of such a journey-were stolen. So was Keyuri, as the Tibetan with the most knowledge of what the Germans seek. So now they hunt the legend together.”
“You’re crazy! Raeder will eat her alive! You’ll never learn a thing about Shambhala the Germans don’t want you to know!”
“My nun is quite aware of this, but fortunately she has a solution.”
“Which is?”
“You.” He gave a slight smile.
“I don’t understand.”
“You’ve been confined here while we give the Germans time to find what they’re looking for. With the motorcars, they quickly outran any feasible pursuit. But we’d heard you planned to fly here, and that gave us our solution. We want you to pursue Raeder by airplane, learn what he learns, deal with the Germans in whatever way you see fit, and bring Shambhala’s secrets, and Keyuri, back to the Potala. Beth Calloway has been promised sufficient fuel to return to China in return for helping us with this task. She’s been employed patching your flying machine.”
“Me, instead of the British or your own officers? I’m not a soldier.”
“No, but you have one attribute that recommends you to the Tibetan government and persuades us that you will do the right thing, which is to return to Lhasa with what you learn.”
“What’s that?”
“That you’re still in love with Keyuri Lin.”
“She told you that?”
“You told me that, by coming this far at all.”
Hood flushed. He realized that what the Reting said was true, and that the Reting had known this truth before he had.
Now he wanted one woman he was falling in love with to take him to another.
“There’s only room for two in Beth’s plane.”
“I hope that many survive,” the Reting said calmly. “Ah.” He stood, listening. “That’s Miss Calloway’s plane now. She’ll land just outside the palace grounds, and you’ll be on your way.”
24
Eldorado Peak, Cascade Mountains
September 6, Present Day
R ominy and Jake started on a trail to Monogram Lake, took a fork toward Lookout Mountain, and climbed to the spot where it made sense to cut through the forest. This was not the most direct way-they could have plowed
