James Clavell - Whirlwind

by Whirlwind(Lit)

  "i... i don't know anything about that." the policeman was flustered. his orders were clear: stand guard and keep everyone away until you're told otherwise. "you'd better go to the police station first and ask there." he saw one of the air force personnel open the cockpit door and lean into the cockpit; the other two were reeling out refueling hoses. "hey, you three, you're not allowed near the helicopter without permission!"

  the mullah stood in his path. "here is our authority!" he waved papers in the policeman's face and that rattled him even more, for he could not read.

  "you better go to the station first..." he stammered, then with vast relief saw the station police car hurtling along the little road toward them from the direction of the village. it swerved off into the snow, trundled a few yards and stopped. the major, sergeant, and two policemen got out, riot guns in their hands. surrounded by his green bands, the mullah went toward them, unafraid.

  "who're you?" the major said harshly.

  "mullah ali miandiry of the khoi komiteh. we have come to take possession of our property, the kidnapper, and the woman, in the name of the imam and the people."

  "woman? you mean her highness, the sister of hakim khan?"

  "yes. her."

  "'imam'? imam who?"

  "imam khomeini, peace be on him."

  "ah, ayatollah khomeini," the major said, affronted by the title. "what 'people'?"

  just as toughly the mullah shoved some papers toward him. "the people of iran. here is our authority."

  the major took the papers, scanned them rapidly. there were two of them, hastily scrawled in farsi. the sergeant and his two men had spread out, surrounding the truck, submachine guns in their hands. the mullah and green bands watched them contemptuously.

  "why isn't it on the correct legal form?" the major said. "where's the police seal and the signature of the khoi police chief?"

  "we don't need one. it's signed by the komiteh."

  "what komiteh? i know nothing about komitehs."

  "the revolutionary komiteh of khoi has authority over this area and the police."

  "this area? this area's turkey!"

  "i meant authority over the area up to the border."

  "by whose authority? where is your authority? show it to me."

  a current went through the youths. "the mullah's shown it to you," one of them said truculently. "the komiteh signed the paper."

  "who signed it? you?"

  "i did," the mullah said. "it's legal. perfectly legal. the komiteh is the authority." he saw the air force personnel staring at him. "what are you waiting for? get the helicopter refueled!"

  before the major could say anything, one of them said deferentially, "excuse me, excellency, the panel's in a mess, some of the instruments are broken. we can't fly her until she's checked out. it'd be safer to g "

  "the infidel flew it all the way from tabriz safely by night and by day, landed it safely, why can't you fly it during the day?"

  "it's just that it'd be safer to check before flying, excellency."

  "safer? why safer?" one of the green bands said roughly, walking over to him. "we're in god's hands doing god's work. do you want to delay god's work and leave the helicopter here?"

  "of course not, of co "

  "then obey our mullah and refuel it! now!"

  "yes, yes, of course," the pilot said lamely. "as you wish." hastily the three of them hurried to comply the major shocked to see that the pilot, a captain, allowed himself to be overridden so easily by the young thug who now stared back at him with flat, challenging eyes.

  "the komiteh has jurisdiction over the police, agha," the mullah was saying. "police served the satan shah and are suspect. where is the kidnapper and the... the sister of the khan?"

  "where's your authority to come over the border and ask for anything?" the major was coldly furious.

  "in the name of god, imam khomeini, this is authority enough!" the mullah stabbed his finger at the papers. one of the youths cocked his gun.

  "don't," the major warned him. "if you pull a single trigger on our soil, our forces will come over your border and burn everything between here and tabriz!"

  "if it's the will of god!" the mullah stared back, dark eyes and dark beard and just as resolved, despising the major and the loose regime the man and uniform represented to him. war now or later was all the same to him, he was in god's hands and doing god's work and the word of the imam would sweep them to victory over all borders. but now was not the time for war, too much to do in khoi, leftists to overcome, revolts to put down, the imam's enemies to destroy, and for that, in these mountains, every helicopter was priceless.

  "i... i ask for possession of our property," he said, more reasonably. he

  pointed at the markings. "there are our registrations, that's proof that it is our property. it was stolen from iran you must know there was no permission to leave iran, legally it is still our property. the warrant," he pointed to the papers in the major's hand, "the warrant is legal, the pilot kidnapped the woman, so we will take possession of them too. please."

  the major was in an untenable situation. he could not possibly hand over the finn and his wife to illegals because of an illegal piece of paper that would be a gross dereliction of duty and would, correctly, cost him his head. if the mullah forced the issue he would have to resist and defend the police station, but obviously he had insufficient men to do so, obviously he would fail in the confrontation. equally he was convinced that the mullah and green bands were prepared to die this very minute as he himself was not.

  he decided to gamble. "the kidnapper and the lady azadeh were sent to van this morning. to extradite them you have to apply to army hq, not to me. the... the importance of the khan's sister meant that the army took possession of both of them."

  the mullah's face froze. one of the green bands said sullenly, "how do we know that's not a lie?" the major whirled on him, the youth jumped back a foot, green bands behind the truck aimed, the unarmed airmen dropped to the ground aghast, the major's hand went for his revolver.

  "stop!" the mullah said. he was obeyed, even by the major who was furious with himself for allowing pride and reflexes to overcome his self-discipline. the mullah thought a moment, considering possibilities. then he said, "we will apply to van. yes, we will do that. but not today. today we will take our property and we will leave." he stood there, legs slightly apart, assault rifle over his shoulder, supremely confident.

  the major fought to hide his relief. the helicopter had no value to him or his superiors and was an extreme embarrassment. "i agree they're your markings," he said shortly. "as to ownership, i don't know. if you sign a receipt leaving ownership open, you may take it and leave."

  "i will sign a receipt for our helicopter."

  on the back of the warrant the major scrawled what would satisfy him and perhaps satisfy the mullah. the mullah turned and scowled at the airmen who hurriedly began reeling in the fuel hoses, and the pilot stood beside the cockpit once more, brushing the snow off. "are you ready now, pilot?"

  "any moment, excellency."

  "here," the major said to the mullah, handing him the paper.

  with barely concealed derision the mullah signed it without reading it. "are you ready now, pilot?" he said.

  "yes, excellency, yes." the young captain looked at the major and the major saw or thought he saw the misery in his eyes and the unspoken plea for

  asylum that was impossible to grant. "can i start up?"

  "start up," the mullah said imperiously, "of course start up." in seconds the engines began winding up sweetly, rotors picking up speed. "all and abrim, you go with the truck back to the base."

  obediently the two young men got in with the air force driver. the mullah motioned them to leave and the others to board the helicopter. the rotors were thrashing the air and he waited until everyone was in the cabin, then unslung his gun, sat beside the pilot, and pulled the door closed.

  engines building, an awkward liftoff,
the 212 started trundling away. angrily the sergeant aimed his submachine gun. "i can blow the motherless turds out of the sky, major."

  "yes, yes, we could." the major took out his cigarette case. "but we'll leave that to god. perhaps god will do that for us." he used the lighter shakily, inhaled, and watched the truck and the helicopter grinding away. "those dogs will have to be taught manners and a lesson." he walked over to the car and got in. "drop me at the hotel."

  at the hotel: azadeh was leaning out of the window, searching the sky. she had heard the 212 start up and take off and was filled with the impossible hope that erikki had somehow escaped. "oh, god, let it be true..."

  villagers were also looking up at the sky and now she too saw the chopper well on its way back to the border. her insides turned over. has he bartered his freedom for mine? oh, erikki...

  then she saw the police car come into the square, stop outside the hotel, and the major get out, straighten his uniform. her face drained. resolutely she closed the window and sat on the chair facing the door, near the pillow. waiting. waiting. now footsteps. the door opened. "follow me," he said. "please."

  for a moment she did not understand. "what?"

  "follow me. please."

  "why?" she asked suspiciously, expecting a trap and not wanting to leave the safety of the hidden spike. "what's going on? is my husband flying the helicopter? it's going back. have you sent him back?" she felt her courage leaving her fast, her anxiety that erikki had given himself up in return for her safety making her frantic. "is he flying it?"

  "no, your husband's in the police station. iranians came for the helicopter, for him and you." now that the crisis was over, the major felt very good. "the airplane was iran-registered, had no clearance to leave iran, so therefore they still had a right to it. now, follow me."

  "where to, please?"

  "i thought you might like to see your husband." the major enjoyed looking

  at her, enjoyed the danger, wondering where her secreted weapon was. these women always have a weapon or venom of some kind, death of some kind lurking for the unwary rapist. easy to overcome if you're ready, if you watch their hands and don't sleep. "well?"

  "there are... there are iranians at the police station?"

  "no. this is turkey, not iran, no alien is waiting for you. come along, you've nothing to fear."

  "i'll... i'll be right down. at once."

  "yes, you will at once," he said. "you don't need a bag, just your jacket. be quick before i change my mind." he saw the flash of fury and it further amused him. but this time she obeyed, seething, put on her jacket and went down the stairs, hating her helplessness. across the square beside him, eyes watching them. into the station and the room, the same one as before. "please wait here."

  then he closed the door and went into the office. the sergeant held out the phone for him. "i have captain tanazak, border station duty officer, for you, sir."

  "captain? major ikail. the border's closed to all mullahs and green bands until further orders. arrest the sergeant who let some through a couple of hours ago and send him to van in great discomfort. an iranian truck's coming back. order it harassed for twenty hours, and the men in it. as for you, you're subject to court-martial for failing to ensure standing instructions about armed men!" he put the phone down, glanced at his watch. "is the car ready, sergeant?"

  "yes, effendi."

  "good." the major went through the door, down the corridor to the cage, the sergeant following him. erikki did not get up. only his eyes moved. "now, mr. pilot, if you're prepared to be calm, controlled, and no longer stupid, i'm going to bring your wife to see you."

  erikki's voice grated. "if you or anyone touches her i swear i'll kill you, i'll tear you to pieces."

  "i agree it must be difficult to have such a wife. better to have an ugly one than one such as her unless she's kept in purdah. now do you want to see her or not?"

  "what do i have to do?"

  irritably the major said, "be calm, controlled, and no longer stupid." to the sergeant he said in turkish, "go and fetch her."

  erikki's mind was expecting disaster or a trick. then he saw her at the end of the corridor, and that she was whole, and he almost wept with relief, and so did she.

  "oh, erikki..."

  "both of you listen to me," the major said curtly. "even though you've both

  caused us a great deal of inconvenience and embarrassment, i've decided you were both telling the truth so you will be sent at once with a guard to istanbul, discreetly, and handed over to your ambassador, discreetly to be expelled, discreetly."

  they stared at him, dumbfounded. "we're to be freed?" she said, holding on to the bars.

  "at once. we expect your discretion and that's part of the bargain. you will have to agree formally in writing. discretion. that means no leaks, no public or private crowing about your escape or escapades. you agree?"

  "oh, yes, yes, of course," azadeh said. "but there's, there's no trick?"

  "no."

  "but... but why? why after... why're you letting us go?" erikki stumbled over the words, still not believing him.

  "because i tested both of you, you both passed the tests, you committed no crimes that we would judge crimes your oaths are between you and god and not subject to any court and, fortunately for you, the warrant was illegal and therefore unacceptable. komiteh!" he muttered disgustedly, then noticed the way they were looking at each other. for a moment he was awed. and envious.

  curious that hakim khan allowed a komiteh to issue the warrant, not the police who would have made extradition legal. he motioned to the sergeant. "let him out. i'll wait for you both in the office. don't forget i still have your jewelry to return to you. and the two knives." he strode off.

  the cage gate opened noisily. the sergeant hesitated, then left. neither erikki nor azadeh noticed him go or the foulness of the cell, only each other, she just outside, still holding on to the bars, he just inside, holding on to the bars of the door. they did not move. just smiled.

  "insha'Allah?" she said.

  "Why not?" And then, still disoriented by their deliverance by an honest man whom Erikki would have torn apart as the epitome of evil a moment ago, Erikki remembered what the major had said about purdah, how desirable she was. In spite of his wish not to wreck the miracle of the good he blurted out, "Azadeh, I'd like to leave all the bad here. Can we? What about John Ross?"

  Her smile did not alter and she knew that they were at the abyss. With confidence she leaped into it, glad for the opportunity. "Long ago in our beginning I told you that once upon a time I knew him when I was very young," she said, her voice tender, belying her anxiety. "In the village and at the base he saved my life. When I meet him again, if I meet him, I will smile at him and be happy. I beg you to do the same. The past is the past and should stay the past."

  Accept it and him, Erikki, now and forever, she was willing him, or our marriage will end quickly, not of my volition but because you'll unman yourself,

  you'll make your life unbearable and you'll not want me near you. Then I'll go back to Tabriz and begin another life, sadly it's true, but that's what I've decided to do. I won't remind you of your promise to me before we were married, I don't want to humiliate you but how rotten of you to forget. I forgive you only because I love you. Oh, God, men are so strange, so difficult to understand, please remind him of his oath at once!

  "Erikki," she murmured, "let the past stay with the past. Please?" With her eyes she begged him as only a woman can beg.

  But he avoided her look, devastated by his own stupidity and jealousy. Azadeh's right, he was shouting at himself. That's past. Azadeh told me about him honestly and I promised her freely that I could live with that and he did save her life. She's right, but even so I'm sure she loves him.

  Tormented he looked down at her and into her eyes, a door slammed inside his head, he locked it and cast away the key. The old warmth pervaded him, cleansing him. "You're right and I agree! You're right! I lo
ve you and Finland forever!" He lifted her off the ground and kissed her and she kissed him back, then held on to him as, more happy than he had ever been, he carried her effortlessly up the corridor. "Do they have sauna in Istanbul, do you think he'll let us make a phone call, just one, do you think..."

  But she was not listening. She was smiling to herself.

  BAHRAIN THE INTERNATIONAL HOSPITAL: 6:03 P.M. The muted phone rang in Mac's bedroom and Genny came out of her pleasing reverie on the veranda, Mac dozing in an easy chair beside her in the shade. She slipped out of her chair, not making a sound, not wanting to awaken him, and picked it up. "Captain Mciver's room," she said softly.