of the back window and gone to see Erikki and Azadeh alone. Coming back he had almost stumbled into a patrol but they had been sleepy and unattentive so he had passed them by.
“Take a look out the back window,” Ross whispered. Again they watched and waited. Dawn in about an hour, Ross thought.
“Sahib, perhaps it was just a spirit of the mountain,” Gueng said softly. In the Land Atop the World it was a superstition that by night, spirits visited the beds of sleeping men and women and children, for good purposes or ill, and that dreams were the stories they whispered.
The little man kept his eyes and ears feeling out the darkness. “I think perhaps we’d better pay attention to the spirits.” He went back to his bed and pulled on his boots, put the talisman he had kept under his pillow back into his uniform pocket, then put on the tribesman robes and turban. Nimbly he checked his grenades and carbine and settled the rough backpack that contained ammunition, grenades, water, and a little food. No need to check his kookri, that was never out of reach, always oiled and cleaned nightly - and sharpened nightly - just before sleep.
Now Ross was equally ready. But ready for what? he asked himself. It’s hardly five minutes since you awoke and here you are, kookri loose in the scabbard, safety catch off and for what? If Abdollah meant you harm, he would’ve already taken away your weapons - or tried to take them. Yesterday afternoon they had heard the 206 take off and shortly afterward Abdollah Khan had visited them. “Ah, Captain, sorry for the delay but the hue and cry is worse than ever. Our Soviet friends have put a very large price on your heads,” he had said jovially. “Enough even to tempt me, perhaps.” “Let’s hope not, sir. How long will we have to wait?” “A few days, no more. It seems the Soviets want you very much. I’ve had another deputation from them asking me to help capture you, the first was before you arrived. But don’t worry, I know where the future of Iran lies.” Last night Erikki had confirmed about the reward: ‘Today I was near Sabalan, cleaning out another radar site. Some of the workers thought I was Russian - lots of Russian speakers among the border people - and said they hoped they’d be the ones to catch the tall British saboteur and his helper. The reward’s five horses and five camels and fifty sheep. That’s a fortune, and if they know about you that far north you can bet they’re looking here.” “Were Soviets supervising you?”
“Only Cimtarga, but even then he didn’t seem to be in charge. Just of me and the aircraft. The Russian speakers kept asking me when we were coming over the border in strength.”
“My God - did they have anything to base that on?”
“I doubt it, just more rumors. People here feed on them. I said, ‘Never,’ but this man scoffed and said he knew we had ‘leagues’ of tanks and armies waiting, that he’d seen them. I can’t speak Farsi so I don’t know if he was another KGB plant disguised as a tribesman.”
“The ‘stuff’ you’re carrying? Is it anything important?”
“I don’t know. Some computers and lots of black boxes and papers - they keep me away from it but none of it’s dismantled by experts, just pulled out of walls, wires cut, and hanging loose and stacked carelessly. The only thing the workers’re interested in is stores, cigarettes particularly.” They had talked about escaping. Impossible to make plans. Too many imponderables. “I don’t know how long they want me to keep flying,” Erikki had said. “This bastard Cimtarga told me Prime Minister Bazargan has ordered the Yanks out of two sites, far to the east, near Turkey, the last they’ve got here, ordered them to evacuate at once and to leave the equipment intact. We’re supposed to fly up there tomorrow.”
“Did you use the 206 today?”
“No. That was Nogger Lane, one of our captains. He came here with us - to take the 206 back to Tehran. Our base manager told me they’ve co-opted Nogger to look at some places where fighting’s going on. When McIver doesn’t hear from us he’ll go into shock and send out a search party. That might give us another chance. What about you?”
“We might sneak off. I’m getting very nervous in that rotten little hut. If we evacuate, we might head for your base and hide out in the forest. If we can, we’ll contact you - but don’t expect us. All right?” “Yes - but don’t trust anyone at the base - except our two mechanics, Dibble and Arberry.” “Anything I can do for you?” “Could you leave me a grenade?” “Of course, have you ever used one?” “No, but I know how they work.” “Good. Here. Pull the pin and count to three - not four - and heave it. Do you need a gun?”
“No, no thanks. I’ve my knife - but the grenade might come in handy.” “Remember they can be rather messy. I’d better be going. Good luck.” Ross had been looking at Azadeh when he had said it, seeing how beautiful she was, so very aware that their time was already written among the stars or on the wind or in the chimes of the bells that were as much a part of the summer High Country as the peaks themselves. Wondering why she never replied to his letters, then the school telling him she had gone. Gone home. Gone. On their last day she had said, “All this that has come to pass may not come to pass again, my Johnny Brighteyes.”
“I know. If it doesn’t, I can die happy because I know what love is. Truly. I love you, Azadeh.”
Last kiss. Then down to his train and waving good-bye, waving until she was lost. Lost forever. Perhaps we both knew that it was forever, he thought, waiting here in the darkness of the little hut, trying to decide what to do, to wait more, to sleep or to flee. Maybe it’s as the Khan said and we’re safe here - for the moment. No reason to mistrust him completely. Vien Rosemont was no fool and he said to trust h - “Sahib!”
He had heard the stealthy footsteps at the same instant. Both men moved into ambush, one covering the other, both of them glad that the time for action had arrived. The door opened quietly. It was a ghoulish spirit of the mountain standing there peering into the greater darkness of the hut - a shape and vague face. To his astonishment he recognized Azadeh, the chador blending her with the night, her face puffy from crying.
“Johnny?” she whispered anxiously.
For a moment Ross did not move, gun still leveled and expecting enemies. “Azadeh, here, beside the door,” he whispered back, trying to adjust. “Quick, follow me, you’re both in danger! Hurry!” At once she ran off into the night.
He saw Gueng shake his head uneasily and he hesitated. Then he decided, grabbed his backpack. “We go.” He slid out of the doorway and ran after her, the moonlight small, Gueng following, flanking, automatically covering him. She was waiting beside some trees. Before he reached her, she beckoned him to follow, unerringly led the way through the orchard and around some farm buildings. The snow muffled their way but left tracks and he was very aware of them. He was ten paces behind her, watching the terrain carefully, wondering what danger and why had she been crying and where’s Erikki?
Clouds were toying with the moon, hiding it mostly. Whenever it came clear, she would stop and motion him to stop and to wait, then she would move on again, using cover well, and he wondered where she had learned woodsmanship then remembered Erikki and his great knife and Finns and Finland - land of lakes and forests and mountains and trolls and hunting. Concentrate, fool, time enough to let your mind wander later, not now when you’re endangering everyone! Concentrate!
His eyes searched, expecting trouble, wanting it to begin. Soon they were near the perimeter wall. The wall was ten feet high and made of hewn stone, with a wide, empty swath between it and the trees. Again she motioned him to stop in cover and walked forward into the open, seeking a special place. Finding it without trouble, she beckoned him. Before he was beside her she was already climbing, her feet fitting easily into the notches and cracks with sufficient handholds, some natural, some cleverly embedded to make the climb easy. The moon came into a bare patch of sky and he felt naked and climbed more quickly. When he reached the top she was already halfway down the other side. He slithered over and found some footholds, ducked down to wait for Gueng. His anxiety mounted until he saw the shadow darting over the ground, reaching the wall safely.
The climb down was more difficult and he slipped and fell the last six feet, cursed and looked around to get his bearings. She was already across the boundary road and heading for a rocky outcrop on the steep mountainside two hundred yards away. Below and to the left he could see part of Tabriz, fires on the far side of the city near the airport. Now he could hear distant guns.
Gueng landed neatly beside him, grinned and motioned him onward. When he reached the outcrop she had vanished.
“Johnny! Here!”
He saw the small crack in the rock and went forward. Just enough room to squeeze through. He waited until Gueng came up, and then went through the rock into darkness. Her hand came out and guided him to one side. She beckoned Gueng and did the same for him, then moved a heavy leather curtain across the crack. Ross reached into his pack for his flash but before he could pull it out the match flamed. Her hand was cupped around it. She was kneeling and lit the candle that was in a niche. Quickly he looked around. The curtain over the entrance seemed
