by Wilbur Smith
Nicholas hurled the stick out into the sea and shouted, 'Fetch!' And the puppy plunged in gamely and swam out to the floating stick. It picked it up in its jaws and turned back.
"Good boy! Come on!' Nicholas encouraged him, and as the puppy came ashore it shook a gale of waterdrops over him. Nicholas howled with protest, and seized one end of the stick. Boy and dog began a laughing growling tug-ofwar.
Isabella found her vision misting over, and she had to blink rapidly to clear her eyes. She left the hut and went down softly to the high-water mark. Nicholas was so absorbed with his pet that she was able to sit still and observe him for almost ten minutes before he noticed her.
Immediately his manner altered. He pushed the puppy away. 'Down!' he commanded sternly, and it obeyed. 'Sid' he said. 'Stay!" He left it at the water's edge and came to Isabella.
"Good day, Mamma.' He held out his hand solemnly. 'How goes it with you today?" 'Did you know I was coming?" 'Yes. I am to be good and kind to you,' he replied frankly. 'But I will not be allowed to go to school while you are here." 'Do you like school, Nicholas?" 'Yes, Mamma, very much. I can read now. And we are learning in English,' he replied in that language.
"Your English is very good, Nicky. Luckily I have brought you some English books.' She tried to make up for denied pleasure. 'I think you will like them." 'Thank you." She felt rejected, an interloper in his compact little world.
"What is your puppy's name?" 'July Twenty-Six." 'That is an odd name for a puppy. Why do you call him that?" He looked astonished at her ignorance. 'July Twentysix. It is the date of the beginning of the revolution. Everybody knows that." 'Of course. How foolish of me." He took pity on her. 'I call him just plain Twenty-Six.' He whistled the puppy, and it came bounding up the beach. 'Sid' he ordered. 'Shake hands." The puppy offered her its paw.
"Twenty-Six is very clever. You have trained him well." 'Yes,' he agreed calmly. 'He is the cleverest dog in the world." 'My baby,' she lamented silently, 'what are they doing to you? What tricks are they playing on your susceptible young mind that you call your puppy after some violent political event?' She did not know what revolution Nicholas was referring to, but the anguish must have twisted her features, for he asked: 'Are you all right, Mamma?" 'Oh, yes." 'I will take you to meet Adra,'he invited. As they walked back through the palms she casually tried to take his hand, but he firmly and politely disengaged her fingers.
"I still have the soccer ball you gave me,' he mollified her. She knew she would have to win his confidence and liking all over again, and the knowledge made her eyes sting once more.
"I must take it very easily,' she cautioned herself. 'I mustn't press him too hard." She was totally unprepared for the shock of first seeing Nicholas in his combat fatigues. With the cap cocked over one eye and his thumbs hooked in his belt, he swaggered like a legionnaire and strutted for her approval.
She covered up her distress and made suitable noises of admiration.
She had brought with her a selection of books that she hoped might appeal to a boy of Nicholas's age. By a fortunate chance one of these was the African classic lock of the Bushveld, a story of a man and his dog.
The illustrations intrigued Nicholas immediately, and he professed to see in Jock a resemblance to his own Twenty-six. They discussed this at great length, and then Nicholas wanted to read the text. It was a simple story, but beautifully written. He read aloud. Despite herself she was impressed by his ability, although once or twice he appealed to her for help with a difficult word or the name of an African animal with which he was unfamiliar.
By the time that Adra came to fetch him to bed, they had made up most of the lost time and ground, and were once again on the slippery footing of tentative friendship.
"Don't push too hard,' she had to keep warning herself.
As he said goodnight and shook her hand formally, he suddenly blurted out: 'It is a good story. I like Jock the dog, and I am glad you have come to see me again. I don't really mind not going to school.' His outburst had clearly embarrassed him, and he hurried from the room.
Isabella waited until she saw the light go out in his bedroom, then she went to find Adra. She wanted to speak to her alone, and try to make some estimate of just what part she had played in Nicholas's abduction and where her sympathies now lay. She also wanted news of Ramsey, and to find out from Adra when she would see him again.
Adra was in the kitchen, washing the dinner-dishes, but as Isabella entered her expression went dead and she withdrew behind an iron-cold reserve. She replied to Isabella in monosyllables and would not meet her eyes. Very shortly Isabella gave up the effort and went back to her own hut.
Despite the fatigue of travel she slept fitfully and woke in the dawn light, eager for her first full day with her son.
They spent the entire day with Twenty-six on the beach. In the bag of gifts that Isabella had brought with her was a tennis ball. This kept boy and dog amused for hours on end.
Then they swam out to the reef. Nicholas showed her how to hook the sea-cats out of their holes in the coral. He was delighted by her horror of the writhing slimy legs of the miniature octopuses and the huge luminous eyes which gave them their name.
"Adra will cook them for dinner,' he promised.
"You love Adra, don't you?' she asked.
"Of course,' he replied. 'Adra is my mother.' He caught himself as he realized his gaffe. 'I mean you are my mamma, but Adra is my real mother." The hurt made her want to weep.
On the second morning Nicholas came to her hut and woke her while it was still dark. 'We are going fishing,' he exulted. 'Jose is going to take us out in the boat.' , jose was one of the camp guards she had noticed on her arrival. He was a dark-skinned young man with crooked teeth and pock-marked face. He was obviously one of Nicholas's favourites. The two of them chatted easily while they readied the boat and the fishing-lines.
"Why do you call him Pele?' she asked Jose in Spanish, and Nicholas answered for him.
"Because I am the champion soccer-player in the school - not so, JOSe?" Nicholas showed her how to bait her line, and was patronizingly indulgent of her inability to remove the hook from the mouth of a leaping, quivering fish.
That evening they read another chapter ofyock together. When Nicholas was in bed, Isabella tried once again to engage Adra in friendly conversation.
She received the same taciturn and hostile response. However, when she gave up and left the kitchen, Adra followed her out into the darkness and gripped her arm. With her lips almost touching Isabella's ear she hissed: 'I cannot talk to you. They are watching us every minute." Before Isabella could recover, Adra had disappeared back into the kitchen.
In the morning Nicholas had another surprise for her. He took her down to the beach where Jok waited for them. At a word from Nicholas he handed over his weapon and stood by grinning with crooked teeth while the boy stripped the AKM. Nicholas's fingers were nimble and fast. He called out the name of each separate part of the weapon as he detached it.
"How long?' he demanded of jose as he finished.
"Twenty-five seconds, Pele.' The guard laughed with admiration. 'Very good.
We will make you a para, yet." 'Twenty-five seconds, Mamma,' he repeated to Isabella proudly, and although she was appalled by the demonstration she tried to make her congratulations sound sincere.
"Now, Jose, you must time me again when I reassemble,' Nicholas ordered.
"And you must take my photograph, Mamma." The camera was a great attraction, and she obeyed. Then Nicholas posed with the rifle and demanded another photograph. Watching him through the lens, she was reminded strongly of the photographs she had seen of the child warriors trained by the Vietcong. They were children dwarfed by the weapons they carried, little boys and girls with faces like cherubs and big innocent eyes. She had read also of the atrocities committed by these aberrant little monsters. Was Nicholas being turned into one of these? The thought made her physically sick.
"Can I shoot, Jose?' Nicholas whee
dled him, and they argued playfully until at last Josd allowed himself to be won over.
He threw an empty bottle out into the lagoon, and Nicholas stood at the edge of the water and fired with the selector of the rifle on single shot.
The sound of gunfire brought half a dozen paratroopers and the women signallers from the compound. They stood at the high-water mark and cheered him on. On the fifth shot the bottle exploded and there were shouts of 'Viva, Pelep and 'Courage, Pele!' from the onlookers.
"Take my picture again, Mamma,' Nicholas pleaded, and posed with his admirers on either side of him and the rifle held at high port across his chest.
Adra gave them a picnic lunch of fruit and cold smoked fish to eat on the beach. As they sat together Nicholas remarked suddenly through a mouthful of food: Jose has fought in many battles. He has killed five men with his rifle. One day I will be a true son of the revolution - just as he is." That night she lay under her mosquito-net and tried to fight off the dark waves of despair and helplessness that flooded over her.
"They, are turning my baby into a monster. How can I stop them? How can I get him away from them?"
She did not even know who they were, and her sense of helplessness was overwhelnung.
"Oh, where is Ramsey? If only he would come to me. With his help, I know I can be strong. With him beside me, we can see this dreadful thing through." She tried to approach Adra again, but the woman was cold and intractable.
Nicholas was becoming restless. Although he was still polite and friendly, she could tell that he was becoming bored with her company alone. He spoke of school and soccer matches and his friends and what they would do when he was allowed to return to them. She tried desperately to distract him, but there was a limit to the games she could devise, to the fascination of the books and stories she provided for him.
A kind of wild desperation came over her. She dreamt of escaping with him to the safe and sane world of Weltevreden. She imagined him dressed in the uniform of a firstclass public school, rather than in military camouflage.
She fantasized making some bargain with the mysterious powers that controlled their destinies so completely.
"I would do anything - if only they would give my baby back to me.' Yet, even as she thought it, she knew it was in vain.
Then in the dark and hopeless watches of the night her imagination became morbid. She thought of ending it, ending the torment for both herself and her son.
"It would be the only way to save him, the only way out for both of us." She could use josd's rifle. She would ask Nicholas to show it to her, and once she had it in her hands... She shuddered at the thought and could take it no further.
Colonel-General Ramsey Machado recognized the change in her. He had been anticipating it.
For ten days he had been observing her closely. There were cameras and microphones in the huts which Isabella had not discovered. While she and the child had been together on the beach or in the boat they had been filmed with a high-powered telescopic lens. For hours at a time Ramsey studied her through binoculars from carefully prepared vantage-points above the beach.
He had watched her first wild elation change slowly to simple single-minded enjoyment of her son, and then slowly sour into despair and corroding discontent as she came to appreciate fully the invidious circumstances in which she was trapped.
He guessed that she had probably reached the stage when she could try something desperate that would destroy all the beneficial results that had been achieved by the visit so far.
He gave Adra new orders.
As she served dinner that evening, Adra abruptly sent Nicholas on an errand that got him out of the hut for a few minutes. Then, as she spooned thick fish soup into Isabella's bowl, she leant so close to her that a loose strand of her hair brushed Isabella's cheek.
"Do not speak or look at me,' she whispered. 'I have a message from the marques.' Isabella dropped her spoon with a clatter. 'Careful. Give no sign. He says that he will try to come to you, but it is difficult and dangerous. He says that he loves you. He says to be brave." All thought of suicide was driven from her mind. Ramsey was close. Ramsey loved her. She knew deep down in her heart that it would be all right as long as she had the fortitude to brave it through, and Ramsey's help.
The knowledge kept her going through the next two days. There was a new sparkle and zest in her that she was able to share with Nicholas. The restlessness and creeping ennui which had begun to affect their relationship evaporated. They were happy again together.
In the nights she lay awake in her hut, no longer devoured by doubt and brooding fears, but waiting for Ramsey.
"He will come. I know he will." Then one of the women who had met her and searched her luggage on arrival came to her, but with a message.
35e 'There is an aircraft departing at nine o'clock tomorrow. You will leave with it." 'The child!' she demanded. 'Nicholas - Pele?" The woman shook her head. 'The child remains. Your visit is terminated.
They will fetch you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. You must be ready.
Those are my orders." She wanted to take some memento of her son with her. After she had showered and changed for dinner she took a pair of nail-scissors from her toilet-bag and hid them in the pocket of her Bermudas. When Nicholas was seated at the dinner-table she came up behind him and before he could pull away she snipped a thick dark curl from the back of his head.
"Hey,'he protested half-heartedly. 'Why do you do that?" 'I want something to remember you by when I am gone." He thought about that for a while and then asked shyly: 'Can I have some of your hair as well - to remember you?" Without a word she handed him the scissors. He stood in front of her and streamed one of her tresses between his fingers.
"Not too much,' she warned him. He laughed and cut a lock and curled it round his finger.
"Your hair is soft - and pretty,' he whispered. 'Do you really have to go, Mamma?" 'I am afraid so, Nicky." 'Will you come and visit me again?" "Yes, I will. I promise you that." 'I will keep this piece of your hair in my lock book.' He fetched the book and pressed the curl between the pages. 'Every time I read the book I will think of you." The moon was almost full. The silver radiance sifted in through the open sides of her hut and cast stark shadows that moved softly across the floor to mark the passage of the hours.
"He must come,' she told herself, lying rigid with fearful hope on the hard mattress. 'Please let him come." Suddenly she sat bolt upright. She had heard nothing, seen nothing, but she knew with utter certainty that he was close. She had to force herself not to call his name aloud. She waited with every sense alert, and then suddenly without sound he was there.
He appeared like a wraith in the silver moonlight, and she gagged the cry that rose in her throat. She threw back the mosquito-net and with three quick steps had crossed the hut and was in his arms. Their kiss seemed to last a moment and all of infinity; and then, still without a word, he drew her down the front steps of the hut and into the sanctuary of the palm grove.
"We do not have long,' he warned her softly, and she choked back a sob and clung to him.
"What is happening to us, darling?' she pleaded. 'I don't understand any of it. Why are you doing this to us?" 'For the same reason that you are forced to obey. For Nicholas, and for you." 'I don't understand. I cannot go on, Ramsey. I have reached the end of my strength." 'Not much longer, my darling. I promise you that. Soon it will be over, and we will be together." 'You said that last time, darling. I have done all I can... 'I know, Bella. What you have done has saved us. Both of us, Nicholas and me. Without you we would have long since been destroyed. You have bought time and life for us." 'They have made me do terrible, terrible things, Ramsey. They have made me betray my family and my country." 'They are pleased with you, Bella. This visit is proof of that. They have given you two weeks with Nicholas. If only you can last a little longer give them just a little more of what they want." 'They will never let me go, Ramsey. I know that. They will hold me for ever, and bleed the l
ast drop." 'Bella, darling.' He stroked her body through the thin silk of her nightgown. 'I have a plan. If you can keep them happy just a little longer, next time they will be more lenient. They will trust you a little more. They will start to become careless - and then, I promise, I will bring Nicky to you." 'Who are they?' she whispered, but he was beginning to make love to her and the question faltered.