fleshless, the bony elbows and knees grotesquely enlarged.
Sean and Claudia stared at her with horror, unable to speak with the shock of it.
'Look at the lesions on her abdomen,' China invited in a pleasant voice. Numbly they obeyed.
They were blind boils, hard and shiny as ripe black grapes beneath the skin, covering her lower belly and disappearing into the wiry mop of pubic hair.
While their attention was on this pathetic figure, China reached down quickly with the knife and touched the back of Claudia's hand with the point of the blade. Claudia gasped and tried to jerk her hand away, but it came up short against the manacle chain and she stared down as a thin snake of bright blood trickled down her forefinger and dripped onto the floor.
'What did you do that for, you snot-gobbling bastard?' Sean demanded.
China smiled. 'It's only a scratch.'
Slowly he reached out toward the naked skeletal figure of the black woman, pointing with the knife at her shrunken belly.
'The extreme emaciation and those characteristic lesions are diagnostic,' he explained. 'The woman is suffering from what we in Africa call the 'slim sickness.''
'AIDS,' Claudia whispered, and her voice was filled with the dread that single word conjured up.
Despite himself, Sean took a step back from the dreadful figure before him.
'Yes, Miss Monterro,' China agreed. 'AIDS in its terminal stage.'
He touched one of the marble-hard chancres on the woman's belly with the point of the blade, and she gave no reaction as it split open and a mixture of pus and dark tarry blood oozed from the wound and trickled down into the matted bush of her pubic hair.
'Blood,' whispered China, and gently scooped it up onto the bright silver blade. 'Warm, living blood, swarming with the virus.'
He proffered the blade for Sean's inspection. Involuntarily Sean pulled back further as blood dripped from the point.
'Yes,' China nodded. 'Something that even the bravest have reason to fear, the most certain, the most lingering, the most loathsome death of all the ages.'
With his free hand he took hold of Claudia's wrist. 'Consider this other blood. The sweet bright blood of a vibrant, beautiful young woman.' The scratch on the back of Claudia's hand was vivid, but the tiny flow of blood from it almost quenched it.
'Blood to blood,' China whispered. 'Sick blood to healthy blood.'
He brought the filthy blade closer to Claudia's hand, and she stiffened in the chair, straining silently against the manacle, her the knife.
face white with horror as she stared at 'Blood to blood,' China repeated. 'Shall we let them mingle?'
Sean found he could not speak. He shook his head dumbly, staring at the knife.
'Shall we do it, Colonel?' China asked. 'It's all up to you now.'
He brought the blade closer to the open wound in Claudia's smooth, creamily tanned skin.
'Just another inch, Colonel,' China whispered. Suddenly Claudia screamed. It was a wild ringing release of horror and terror, but China did not flinch. He did not look at her face, and his knife hand was steady and tremor less
'What shall we. dc, Colonel Courtney?' he asked.
He lowered the knife and touched her wrist with the flat of the blade, leaving a smear of diseased blood on the unblemished skin, only inches from the scratch on Claudia's hand. Then, slowly, he moved the knife downward.
'Speak quickly, Colonel. In seconds it will be too late.' The knife left a shiny track of blood like the shine trail of some disgusting snail across her skin. Inexorably it moved down toward the open wound.
'Stop it!' Sean screamed. 'Stop it!'
China lifted the blade away and looked at him inquiringly.
'Does that mean we have reached an agreement?'
'Yes, damn you to hell! I'll do it!'
China tossed the contaminated knife into a corner of the dugout, then opened one of the drawers in his desk and brought out a bottle of Dettol antiseptic. He soaked his handkerchief in the undiluted fluid, then carefully wiped the smear of diseased blood from Claudia's skin.
The tension went out of her rigid body and she slumped in the chair. She was panting softly and trembling like a kitten left out in the rain.
'Turn her loose,' Sean croaked.
China shook his head. 'Not until we have made our terms of agreement clear.'
'All right,' Sean snarled. 'And the first of those terms is that my woman comes with me on the mission. No more dugouts filled with rats.'
China pretended to ponder that. Then he nodded. 'Very well, but the second term is that if you fail me in any way, Alphonso WM kill her immediately.'
'Get Alphonso in here,' Sean demanded. The sweat had not yet dried on his forehead, and his voice was still rough and unsteady.
'I want to hear you give him his orders.'
Alphonso stood to attention and listened expressionlessly as China told him, 'However, if the attack fails, if you are intercepted by Frelimo before you reach the laager, or if any of the hen shaw are allowed to escape-' Sean interrupted. 'No, General, a hundred percent success is too high to hope for. Let us be reasonable and realistic. If I can destroy all but six of the Hinds, then it must be counted that I have fulfilled my part of the bargain.'
China frowned and shook his head. 'Even six Hinds will be sufficient to ensure our defeat. I'll allow you two. If more than two Hinds escape from the laager, your mission will be a failure, and you must pay the price.' He turned back to Alphonso and went on with his instructions. 'And so, Sergeant, you win obey all orders from the Colonel, carrying out the attack exactly the way he has planned it. But if the raid fails, if more than two hen shaw escape, you are to take full command, and your very first duty will be to shoot the two whites and their black servant-you will shoot them immediately.'
Alphonso blinked almost sleepily at the order. He did not turn his head to look at Sean, and Sean found himself wondering if, despite their relationship, the friendship that had grown up between them, despite the fact that Alphonso had Caw bun Nkosi Kakulu and Babo and had exhorted him to lead the mission, if despite all of this he would carry out the execution order.
Alphonso was a Shangane and a warrior with a deep sense of tribal loyalty and a tradition of absolute obedience to his chief and tribal elders.
'Yes,' Sean thought. 'He'd probably have a few regrets, but without question or hesitation, he would do it.'
He raised his voice. 'All right, China, we all know exactly where we stand. Let Miss Monterro come to me now.'
The bodyguard removed her handcuffs, and politely General China helped her out of the chair. 'I apologize for the unpleasantness, Miss Monterro, but I'm sure you will understand the necessity for it.'
Claudia was unsteady on her feet, and she staggered. When she reached Sean, she clung to him.
'And so I'll wish you farewell and good hunting.' China gave them a small, mocking salute. 'One way or the other, we will not meet again, I'm afraid.'
Sean did not deign to reply. With the case of cassettes in one hand and his other arm around Claudia's shoulders, Sean led her to the doorway.
They moved out two hours before darkness. It was an unwieldy column, and the missile launchers and the backup missiles made awkward burdens; apart from their weight, the length of the packs made them cumbersome. They hooked up in thick bush when the path narrowed and slowed down the column's ability to react to threat and danger.
At first Sean kept the column bunched up in a close, cohesive whole. They were still some miles from the tenuous front line of the Renanio army and would not be seriously menaced until much later in the march.
However, taking no chances, Sean kept the assault troops of the vanguard and rear vigilant and at the utmost degree of readiness to repel any attacks and to give the missile bearers a chance to escape. To ensure this, Sean sent Job to the head of the column while he stayed in the center, from which he could reach any trouble spot quickly and where he could be near Claudia.
'Where's Matatu?' she asked Sean. 'We've just gone off and left him. I'm so worried about him.'
'Don't worry about leaving him behind. He's like one of those puppies you can't send him home. He'll follow me anywhere. In fact, the little bugger is probably watching us out of the bush at t s very moment.'
And so it proved, for as darkness descended on the column, a small shadow appeared miraculously at Sean's side.
'I see you, my Bwana,' Matatu twinkled.
'I see you also, little friend.' Sean touched his woolly head as he would his favorite gun dog. 'I've been waiting for you to find a way for us through the Frelimo lines, and so lead us to the roosting place of the ugly falcons.'
Matatu swelled with self-importance. 'Follow me, my Bwana, he said.
Now, with Matatu to guide them, Sean could rearrange the column into a more streamlined
