‘Me, I never despair,’ said a voice behind them, and they both groaned at the arrival of Henry. ‘Come on,’ he rallied them. ‘Where’s your sense of adventure?’
‘I put it to rest on the day I accepted responsibility for bringing people up here,’ Renzo said through gritted teeth.
Now he was a guard dog again, shepherding them both back inside, commanding everyone to bed, chivvying them until they obeyed.
‘How’s the leg?’ he asked Mandy.
‘Fine. Everything’s fine. Dr Renzo’s Linctus is great. You should patent it.’
‘No, I keep it for special occasions. Sleep well.’
To everyone’s relief, the snow stopped during the night, but the day was overcast, making Renzo frown. As breakfast finished they were startled by the sight of a group coming out of the clouds on skis, heading towards them. When they arrived, it soon appeared that they had turned back.
‘It’s getting bad up ahead,’ said the leader, a bearded young man called Toby. ‘We’re going down before it gets worse.’
‘Right, then so will we,’ Renzo declared. ‘Sorry, folks, but safety first.
‘Everyone get packed up and ready to go. And that includes you, Henry. Henry? Where is he?’
‘I haven’t seen him this morning,’ one of the men said.
Even then nobody guessed the truth. Renzo simply shrugged and said, ‘Tell him to get packed up, and then hurry.’
It was another five minutes before one of the young men approached him and said worriedly, ‘Henry’s vanished. We found this.’
It was a note in Henry’s schoolboy handwriting:
‘He’s gone ahead on his own!’ Mandy breathed. ‘How can he be such an idiot?’
‘Because he
The look on his face made his audience recoil. They were used to seeing Renzo friendly, amusing and firm, but nothing had prepared them for the bleak fury that confronted them now.
‘Scary,’ somebody muttered.
Mandy agreed. Suddenly he become a new man, one capable of terrible deeds. She wondered how she could ever have thought him lightweight.
He began to curse in Italian, speaking softly but in a way that made the underlying violence more alarming. At last he controlled himself and said, ‘I have to go after him. The rest of you are going down with the party that’s just arrived. Get moving.’
Nobody felt inclined to argue with him in this mood. Mandy slipped into the bedroom and packed up her things ready for departure. A resolution was growing in her. She couldn’t tell from whence it came, but instinctively she knew that she must not let Renzo go after Henry alone.
‘Are you ready?’ Renzo asked when she appeared.
‘Yes, but I’m not going down. I’m coming up with you.’
‘No way. That fool could do anything.’
‘Then you might be glad of backup,’ she said defiantly.
‘Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but he’s capable of landing us all at the bottom of a ravine.’
‘Fine, I’ll let you tackle him, and if he takes you down with him, I’ll still be alive to tell the world what happened to you.’
He stared at her, speechless.
‘Look,’ she persisted, ‘I’m coming whether you like it or not. I can either go with you in relative safety, or I can go on my own and take my chances.’
‘Is there any use saying no to you?’ he snapped.
‘None at all, so why are we wasting time?’
Joan and Peter emerged at that moment and Renzo appealed to them. ‘Can you talk some sense into her? She thinks she’s coming with me.’
‘Great idea,’ Joan said. ‘I’ll come too to keep an eye on her.’
‘Me too,’ Peter said.
Renzo tore his hair. ‘When we get out there, you do as I tell you, and if we see Henry, you stay clear.’
Toby was gathering his party ready for departure, asking if anyone was joining them. Mandy, Joan and Peter folded their arms stubbornly, but the rest trooped out, ready to descend the mountain. There were goodbyes all round, and then Renzo was left alone with the other three.
‘You’re mad, all of you,’ he growled.
‘Yup, you’re stuck with us,’ Mandy affirmed. ‘Some people would call it loyalty.’
‘Most people would call it stupidity.’ But his face softened as he said, ‘Thank you.’
As the others busied themselves with final preparations, Renzo moved closer to Mandy, murmuring, ‘You haven’t got the infernal nerve to try and protect me, have you?’
‘What, delicate little me?’ she teased. ‘No, the one I’m trying to protect is Henry-from you.’
‘You might have a point there.’
They fitted on their skis, Renzo checked the ropes that connected them, and they set out, climbing slowly and carefully, their eyes skinned for any sign of Henry.
‘It’s a pity we can’t shout,’ Joan observed. ‘I’ve got plenty of names I’d like to call him.’
‘Don’t,’ Renzo said firmly. ‘If there’s any name-calling to be done
But the day moved on without any sight of their quarry. Mandy hoped fervently that he was safe, but only for Renzo’s sake. If one of his party came to harm he would get the blame, however wrongly. She felt a powerful surge of anger towards Henry.
It grew colder and bleaker as they climbed. Now there was no sun and the world was grey. Peter, whose courage was fast deserting him, was the first to express doubts.
‘I wouldn’t mind finding a hut right now.’
‘What about that one over there?’ Joan said, pointing in the distance.
‘It’s deserted,’ Renzo said. ‘Can you see that it’s on the edge of a precipice? It wasn’t on the edge when it was built, but the ground has fallen away ever since, until it’s no longer safe.’
They moved on up, anxiety growing on them, until suddenly Renzo said, ‘I can see him.’
Henry was up ahead on a ridge, turning to watch them, waving like a victor.
‘Damned fool!’ Renzo snapped. ‘He’s actually pleased with himself.’
Henry was dancing up and down, a mad manikin in the growing shadows. ‘Come on,’ he called. ‘It’s great up here.’
‘You come down,’ Joan called back.
‘Hush,’ Renzo said frantically. ‘Don’t you know better than to shout in these mountains? Do you want to start an avalanche?’
‘Hi!’ bawled Henry from the ridge. ‘Come on up.’
‘Stay here,’ Renzo said. ‘I’m going to get him. Don’t make any loud noises.’
He disconnected the rope that linked him to Mandy and began to head up the slope, while Henry danced and shouted.
‘He really is going to cause trouble,’ Peter said.
As if to confirm it, there was a soft rumble from the distance. Although little more than a sigh, it had a threatening sound in this place where silence was normal.
‘I’m getting out of here,’ said Peter. ‘Let’s go, Joan. Mandy?’
‘We can’t just abandon Renzo,’ she objected. ‘He knows what he’s doing.’
‘He might, but Henry doesn’t. Joan-’
‘Yes, I think I’ll go too.’
‘Mandy?’
‘I’m staying here,’ she insisted. For her, there was no real decision to be made.
‘OK. See you around.’
