by Wilbur Smith
each other in any way, except that no number in the list is greater than
eight., "I thought I had caught up with you, but I just lost you again."
"If somebody were to read the notations of a game of T, chess four
thousand years from now, what would he make of it?" she asked. "Wouldn't
it just be lists of numbers and extraneous symbols to him? You really
are being extremely dense, aren't you? This is like pulling teeth."
"Oh, Lordy, Lordy!" His face cleared. "You clever lady!
Taita is playing the game of bao with us."
"And this is the first pylon, where it starts." She gestured to the
shrine. "This is where the great god Osiris makes the opening coup. This
is where we must start at the beginning of the sacred bao board. This is
where we counter his opening move."
They both looked around the shrine for a while, studying the curved
walls and the high domed roof, and then Nicholas broke the silence. "At
the risk of being called extremely dense and having my teeth pulled, may
I ask a question? How the hell do we play a game when we don't even know
the rules?"
olonel Nogo exuded confidence and self, importance as he swaggered into
the conference room to answer von Schiller's summons.
Nahoot Guddabi bustled along behind him, determined not to be excluded
from any of the proceedings. He too tried to look confident and
important, but in truth he felt his position was very insecure and that
he needed to justify himself to his master, Von Schiller was dictating
correspondence to Utte Kemper, but as soon as they entered the room he
stood quickly and stepped on to the carpeted block.
"You promised that you would have a report for me yesterday," he snapped
at Nogo, ignoring Nahoot. "Have you not heard anything from this
informer of yours in the gorge?"
"I apologize for keeping you waiting like this, Herr von Schiller." Nogo
was immediately deflated by this sharp attack, and he became restless
and uneasy. The German frightened him. "The women were a day late
returning from Harper's camp. They are very unreliable, these country
people. Time means very little to them."
"Yes, yes." Von Schiller was impatient. "I know the failings of your
black brethren, and I might add you are not completely innocent of these
yourself, Nogo. But tell me what news you have for me."
"Harper finished work on the dam seven days ago, and immediately he
moved his camp downstream, to a new place on the hills above the ravine.
He then built some sort of bamboo ladder down into the ravine. My
informer tells me that they are clearing a hole at the bottom of the
empty pool-'
"A hole? What kind of hole?" Von Schiller turned pale as he listened,
and began sweating in a light sheen across his forehead.
"Are you all right, Herr von Schiller?" Nogo was alarmed. The German
looked very ill, as if he were about to collapse.
"I am perfectly well," von Schiller shouted at him.
"What hole was this? Describe it to me."
"The woman bringing the message is a stupid peas ant." Nogo was
uncomfortable, squirming under von Schiller's grilling. "She says only
that when the river water fell, there was a hole in the bottom that was
filled with rock and rubbish and that they have cleared this out."
"A tunnel!" Nahoot could contain himself no longer.
"It must be the entrance tunnel to the tomb."
"Be quied' Von Schiller turned on him furiously. "You have no facts to
back up that supposition. Let Nogo finish." He turned back to the
colonel. "Go on. Give me the rest of it."
"The woman says that there is a cave at the end of the hole. Like a rock
shrine, with pictures on the walls-' "Pictures? "What pictures?"
"The woman said they were pictures of the saints." Nogo made a
deprecating gesture. "She is a very uneducated woman. Stupid
"Christian saints?" von Schiller demanded.
Nahoot interjected, "That is not possible, Herr von Schiller. I tell you
that Harper has discovered the tomb of Mamose. You must act swiftly
now."
"I will not warn you again, you miserable little man," von Schiller
snarled at him. "Keep quiet."
He turned back to Nogo. "Was there anything else in the cavern? Tell me
everything the woman said."
"Pictures and statues of the saints." Nogo spread his hands. "I am
sorry, Herr von Schiller, that's what she said.
I know this is all nonsense, but that is what the woman told me."
"I will judge what is and what is not nonsense," von Schiller told him.
"What did she say happened to these statues of the saints?"
"Harper has packed them in boxes."
"Has he removed them from the shrine?"
"I do not know, Herr von Schiller. The woman did not say.
Von Schiller stepped down from his block. He began to pace up and down
the length of the hut, muttering to himself distractedly.
"Herr von Schiller-' Nahoot began, but the German waved him to silence.
At last he stopped in front of Nogo and stared up at him.
"Did they find a mummy, a body, in the- shrine?" he demanded.
do not know, Herr von Schiller. The woman did not say.
"Where is she?" Von Schiller was so agitated that he clutched the front
of Nogo's uniform jacket and stood on tiptoe to thrust his face up close
to his. "Where is this woman? Have you let her go?" Tiny droplets of
spittle flew into Nogo's face and he blinked and tried to duck, but von
Schiller had him in a death grip.
"No, sir. She is still here. I did not want to bring her to you-, "You
fool. All you are telling me is secondhand.
Bring her in here immediately. I want to question her face to face." He
shoved Nogo away from him. "Go and fetch her."
Nogo returned minutes later dragging the woman into the room by one arm.
She was young, and despite the blue tattoos across her cheeks and chin
she was pretty. She wore the long black robes and head-covering of a
married woman, and carried an infant on her hip.
As soon as Nogo released her arm she sank to the floor and whimpered
with terror. The child she carried whined in sympathy. Its nostrils were
plugged with white crusts of dried snot. The woman opened the top of her
robe with a shaking hand, fished out one of her milk-swollen breasts and
thrust the nipple into the child's mouth. Infant and mother stared at
von Schiller with terrified eyes.
"Ask her if there was a coffin or body of the saint in the shrine," von
Schiller ordered, eyeing the woman with distaste.
Nogo questioned her for a minute and then shook his head. "She does not
know anything about a body. She is very stupid. She does not understand
very well."
"Ask her about the statues of the saints. What has Harper done with
them? Where are they now? Has he removed them from the shrine?"
After another long exchange with the woman, Nogo shook his head. "No.
She says that the statues are still in the shrine. The white man has
packed them into boxes and the soldiers are guarding them."
"Soldiers? What soldiers?"
"Soldiers of Mek Nimmur, the. shufta commander that I told you about. H
e
is still with Harper."
"How many boxes are thereP In his impatience von Schiller went up to
where the woman sat and prodded her with the toe of his boot. "How many
statues are there?"
The woman waited with terror and shrank away from him. Von Schiller
recoiled from her at the same time, with an expression of disgust.
"Gott im HimmeW He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and patted his
mouth and nose with it. "She stinks like an animal. Ask her how many
boxes."
"Not many," Nogo translated, "perhaps five, not more than ten. She is
not sure."
"What size? How big are they?"
When Nogo put the question to her, the w6man indicated the length of her
arm. Von Schiller's disappointment registered clearly in his face.
"So few pieces, and so insignificant." He turned away from the woman and
went to stare out of the south-facing window of the hut, down over the
escarpment rim into the wilderness of the gorge. "If what this creature
says is true, then Harper has not yet discovered the treasure of Mamose.
There should be more, much more."
Nogo was talking rapidly to the woman again, and now he turned back to
von Schiller. "She says that one of Harper's party has left the camp in
the gorge, and gone to Debra Maryam."
Von Schiller spun away from the window and stared at him. "One of his
party? Who? Which one!'
"She is an Ethiopian woman. The concubine of Mek Nimmur. A woman she
calls Woizero Tessay. I know of her. She was married to the Russian
hunter, before she became Mek Nimmur's whore."
Von Schiller rushed across the room and seized the woman by the front of
her robe. He hauled her to her feet with such violence that the infant
was jerked from her grip and fell howling to the floor.
"Ask her where the woman is now," he instructed Nogo.
The mother pulled free from his grip and grovelled on the floor, trying
to pick up and console her screaming infant, Nogo grabbed her and
slapped her face resoundingly to get her attention. She clasped her baby
to her breast and gabbled out a reply.
"She does not know," Nogo admitted. "She thinks she is still at Debra
Maryam."
"Get that filthy bitch out of here!" Von Schiller jerked his head at the
woman and her child. Nogo dragged them from the hut.
"What else do you know of this woman of Mek Nimmur's?" he asked in
milder tones when Nogo returned.
"She is from one of the noble families in Addis Ababa, a blood relative
of Ras Tafari Makonnen, the old Emperor Haile Selassie."
"If she is Mek Nimmur's woman, and has come directly from Harper's camp,
then she will be able to " answer the questions that this other creature
could not."
"That is true, Herr von Schiller. But she may not wish to tell us."
"I want her," von Schiller said. "Bring her here. Helm will speak to
-her. I am sure he will be able to make her AN, see reason."
is an important person. er family has muc influence." Nogo thought
about it for a moment. "But on the other hand, she has been consorting
with a notorious bandit. That is all the reason I need for bringing her
in.
I will send a detachment of my men, under one of my most trusted
officers, to arrest her immediately." He hesitated. "If the woman is
questioned severely, it would be as well that she were not allowed to
return to her friends in Addis. They could make trouble for all of us.
Even for you, Herr von Schiller."
"What do you propose?" von, Schiller wanted to know.
"When she has answered your questions, there will have to be a little
accident,'Nogo suggested.
"Do what is necessary," von Schiller ordered. I will leave the details
to you, but make sure that if it is necessary to dispose of the woman it
is done property. I have had enough bungling." As he spoke these words
he looked across at Nahoot Guddabi, who lowered his gaze and flushed
angrily.
They had spent almost two full days at the shrine of Osiris in the long
gallery. No ancient worshipper had ever studied the texts upon those
walls more avidly than Nicholas and Royan, or examined the flamboyant
murals of the great god with more minute attention They took it in turn
to recite aloud the extracts from the stele of Tanus that Royan had
picked out and recorded in her notebooks, repeating them until they knew
each station by heart. While one read aloud, the other quo concentrated
his or her full attention upon the walls, trying to discover some
connecting link.
"'My love is a flask of cold water in the desert. My love is a banner
unfurling in the breeze. My love is the first shout of the newborn
infant,"' Nic as rea Royan looked up at him from where she squatted
attentively before the shrine, and smiled. "At times Taita was really
rather cute, wasn't he?" she said. "Such a romantic."
"Concentrate, for heaven's sake. This isn't a poetry appreciation class.
We are doing serious business here."
"Barbarian!" she muttered under her breath, but turned back to the wall
of inscriptions.
"Try this one again," Nicholas ordered, and read out, "'We he in the
vale of a thousand joinings, of infant to mother, of man to woman, of
friend to friend, of teacher to pupil, of sex to sex."'
"That's the third time you have picked out that particular quotation
this morning. What is there about it that appeals to you so strongly?"
She did not look up at him, but the back of her neck turned a ruddier
shade of red.
Sorry! Thought you might find that one as romantic as the other," he
mumbled. "Let's try this one then. "I have suffered and loved. I have
withstood the wind and the storm.
The arrow pierced my flesh but did not harm me. I have eschewed the
false path that lies straight before me. I have taken the hidden
stairway to the seat of the gods."'
Royan rocked back on her heels and glanced down the long gallery.
"Something there perhaps. "The false path that lies straight before me.
The hidden stairway"?"
"We are straining a bit now. Snapping at gnats like a hungry trout."
She stood up and pushed the tendrils of sweaty hair off her forehead.
"Oh, Nicky. It's so discouraging. We don't even know where to begin."
"Courage, lassie." He feigned the cheerfulness he did not feel. "We
begin at the beginning like your friend Taita said we must. Let me try
you with this one again." He laced his hand over his heart like a
Victorian actor and emoted, "'The vulture rises on mighty pinions to
greet the sun"-'
She laughed softly at his clowning, and then her eyes wandered from his
face and passed over his shoulder.
Suddenly she started.
"The vulture!" she blurted, and pointed at the wall behind him.
He spun around and stared in the direction she was indicating.
There was the vulture, a magnificent image of the bird, the fierce eyes
glaring and the yellow beak hooked and spread wide, with each feather
ointed. Its wings were outlined in jewel-like colours. It stood as tall
as Nicholas, bu
t its wing-spread covered half the wall. They stared at
it together, and then Royan lifted her eyes to the ceiliAg high above
where they stood. She touched his arm and motioned him to do the same.
"The sun!" she whispered. The golden sun disc of Ra was painted in the
highest portion of the roof. Its warmth seemed to illuminate the
shadows. Its rays spread out Mi every direction, but one of these beams
followed the curve of the wall and descended to envelop the vulture
image in its spreading luminosity.
"'The vulture rises to greet the sun"," she repeated. "Does Taita mean
it literally?"
He moved closer to the mural and examined it minutely, running his hands
over the wings and down its belly to the cruel curved talons. Beneath
the paint the plastered wall was smooth. There was no Projection or any
irregularity.
The head, Nicky. Look at the head of the bird!" She jumped up and tried
to reach it, but her fingers fell short and she turned to him with a
desperate edge to her voice.
"You do it - you are much taller than I am," Only then did he see the
slight shadow down one side of the bird's head where the floodlamp
caught it, and as he touched it he realized that the head was in relief,
standing slightly above the level of the surrounding wall. He ran his
fingers over the raised head and found that the beak was part of the
relief.
"Can you feel any joint in the plaster?" Royan demanded.
He shook his head. "No. It's smooth. It all seems to be part of the main
wall."
"'The vulture rises to greet the sun",, she insisted. "Can't you detect
any movement? Try pushing the head upwards towards the sun painting."
He placed the heel of his hand under the bulge of the head and pushed
upwards. "Nothing!" he grunted.
"It's been there for almost four thousand years." She was hopping from
one foot to the other with frustration.
"Dammit, Nicky, if there is a moving part, it will be stiff.
Harder! Push harder!'
He shifted his feet to get well under it and placed both hands under the
projection of the head. Slowly he brought all his strength to bear. The
cords in his neck stood out and blood flooded his face, turning it a
deep, angry red.
"Harder!" she implored him, but at last he dropped his arms to his sides
and stood back.