The men chuckled quietly. The dogs were not disturbed by the conversation. They kept on going, occasionally sticking their noses into the weeds along the path, but they did not stop. They were making slow progress, but they stuck to the path, and the men guessed that the fugitives had preferred to stay on it, rather than veer off into the dense woodland.
'We'll find them,' Sejer said grimly.
'One thing that strikes me,' Ellmann said, sighing as he followed Zeb with his eyes, 'is the tragic nature of a man's destiny.'
'What are you babbling about?' Skarre turned around.
'Testosterone. It's what makes men so aggressive. Testosterone, right?'
'And?'
'Well, that's why we almost never go searching for women on these assignments. Just think how scantily dressed they would be in this heat!'
Sejer made a low clucking sound. Then he thought about Sara. About the light rings around her pupils.
Skarre noticed the sudden shift in his expression. 'Worried, Konrad?'
'I'm fine, thanks.'
Their mood was still positive. A small plane appeared way up in the blue sky, white and shiny in the sunlight. Sejer stared at it for a long time. Up there it was cool and airy. In his mind he was on board the plane with a parachute on his back. He opened the door, paused for a moment to look down. Then he threw himself out and plummeted for a while before he began to float comfortably on a column of air.
'Do you see that, Jacob?' Sejer turned around and pointed.
Skarre stared unhappily at the plane. His imagination began working overtime.
'Does anyone have a mirror?'
Morgan tried to focus on his nose, looking very cross-eyed.
'He who has friends doesn't need a mirror,' Errki mumbled from over by the cupboard.
Morgan looked at Kannick. 'The fellow's got a quick tongue, hasn't he? It's hard to believe.'
'I think I have one in my bow case,' Kannick said. He was still afraid to look Errki in the eye. Maybe he was sitting there deciding on a horrible way to kill him. He had such a strange look on his face.
'Go and get it, Errki,' Morgan told him.
Errki didn't reply. He was still feeling pleasantly drowsy, tired in a good way. Morgan gave up and went out to the steps where the case stood and dragged it back inside along with the bow. He rummaged through the arrows and other equipment and found the mirror. A little square mirror, about ten by ten centimetres. Hesitantly he held it up to his face.
'Oh, fucking hell! That's the worst goddamn thing I've ever seen!'
Kannick hadn't thought about the fact that Morgan hadn't seen his own nose. And it was true. It did look awful.
'It's infected, Errki. I knew it!' He started pacing, holding up the mirror.
'The whole world is infected,' Errki muttered. 'Sickness, death and misery.'
'How long does it take for tetanus to set in?' Morgan wondered out loud. His hand shook so hard that the mirror swayed.
'Several days,' suggested Kannick.
'Are you sure about that? Do you know about these things?'
'Not really.'
Morgan sighed like a sullen child and threw down the mirror. The sight of his nose was about to strip him of his courage. It didn't hurt much any more, and he didn't feel so sick either. Just listless, but that was due to other things, like the lack of food and water. It was important to think about something else. He looked at Kannick and narrowed his eyes.
'So you were a witness to a murder, huh? Tell me about it. What do you think happened?'
Kannick's eyes widened. 'No,' he said. 'I wasn't a witness.'
'You weren't? On the radio they said you were.'
Kannick ducked his head and whispered. 'I just saw him running away.'
'And is that man present in the courtroom? Raise your hand and point him out for the jury,' said Morgan theatrically.
Kannick clasped his hands on his lap. Not on his life would he point at Errki.
'Did you have to go blabbing to the police?'
'I didn't blab. They asked me if I saw anything. I just answered their questions,' he said.
Morgan had to bend forward to hear what the boy was saying. 'Now don't try to wriggle out of it. It's obvious that you blabbed. Did you know the old woman?'
'Yes.'
Errki had his head tilted to one side. He looked as if he were asleep.
'He couldn't help it,' Morgan said. 'He's all mixed up in the head.'
'Mixed up?'
'He doesn't even remember it.'
'He doesn't?'
'Maybe he doesn't even remember that I took him hostage when I robbed Fokus Bank this morning.'
He gave the boy an amused look. 'He was standing there so conveniently in the bank, and I needed him to help me escape. Do you know what?' Morgan chuckled. 'Robbing a bank and taking a hostage is like buying an Easter egg with a prize inside. Some people are lucky and get a whole toy. But I just got a bunch of separate pieces to put together.'
He had forgotten about his nose. 'He doesn't remember anything. And besides, he just does what his inner voices tell him to do. I doubt you can understand that, but I feel sorry for Errki.'
Morgan sat back down on the floor and looked at Kannick with a serious expression. 'You know what? When I was a child, I went to a nursery school. And every morning we had school assembly. We had to sit in a circle on the floor while one of the teachers read or sang. We had a game that was all about trying to catch a thought. The teacher would look deep into our eyes and whisper, 'Think about something!' And we would think really hard. Then she'd scream, 'Catch it, catch it!' And she'd reach her hand out into the air as if she were gathering up one of them. And we would do the same thing.'
Morgan paused. ''Hold on to it!' she'd shout, and we'd hold on tight, terrified that it would fly away. And it did. Because when we opened our hands, there was nothing there. Just dirt and sweat. I suppose it was meant to be an exercise in concentration, but it just made us feel terrible. Grown-ups do so many damned strange things to children.'
He shook his head in resignation at the thought. 'Errki has the same problem. Either he's confused and can't hold on to his thoughts, or else he thinks the same thing over and over again. It's called obsessing. I know about problems like this; I worked with those kinds of people.'
They could hear Errki grunting.
'Do you know why he bit me on the nose?'
'I have no idea,' Kannick whimpered.
'I wanted him to take a swim down there, and he refused. He can't swim. He doesn't like people to nag him. You shouldn't nag him or, in the twinkling of an eye, he'll be hanging on to your ear, or worse.'
'Can I go now?'
Kannick's voice was as thin as a thread. He spoke as softly as he could so that Errki wouldn't hear him.
Morgan rolled his eyes. 'Can you go now? Why the hell do you think you should? Are we going to let you get off more easily than us? Did you do anything to earn that? This is our destiny,' he said solemnly. 'We're trapped here, waiting for the police to come and lock us up. But we refuse to give ourselves up. We're proud and brave, and we won't give up without a fight.'
Morgan's voice was full of drunken pathos. He talks like Geronimo, Kannick thought. Errki wasn't the only one who was off his head. They were both mad. Maybe he was mad too. It wasn't easy to tell, when it came down to it.
