The Quest: A Novel Part 42

"All right."

"You may leave."

They walked toward the door.

"Wait!"

They turned and Purcell saw that Captain Sharew was looking at their flight plan. He said to Purcell, "It has been over four hours since you left Addis."

"We had headwinds."

Captain Sharew pointed to the C-47 outside his window and informed them, "That aircraft left from the same airstrip after you. He arrived two hours ago and reported no headwinds." He asked, "Did you deviate from your flight plan?"

"Actually, I misread the chart, and I'm unfamiliar with the terrain, so I was lost for about an hour."

"So, headwinds and lost. You are an unlucky pilot."

"Apparently."

"I will be taking note of your total fuel consumption from Addis."

"Note that we started with only three-quarters fuel."

"Perhaps someone at Addis will remember that."

"I'm sure they will."

The captain kept staring at them, then said, "You may leave."

They turned and exited the hangar.

Mercado said, "He is not buying headwinds and lost, Frank."

Purcell had spotted the small commercial aviation terminal from the air, and as they walked toward it to get a taxi, he a.s.sured everyone, "My explanation, as a pilot, was logical and believable."

Vivian replied, "I think my explanation as a photographer for what we're doing here for two hours was more believable than your explanation about what took us over four hours to get here."

"You're a better liar than I am."

Mercado also reminded them, "They may borrow our aircraft while we're gone."

"They'll return it if it doesn't get shot down."

Vivian asked, "Is there a hotel in this town?"

Mercado replied, "There were a few good ones last time I was here."

"When was that?"

"Nineteen-forty-one."

They reached the pa.s.senger terminal and entered through the rear. The small, shoddy terminal building looked deserted, and Vivian asked, "Are there any commercial flights to Addis?"

Mercado replied, "There used to be one a day. Now, from what I've heard, perhaps one a week."

Purcell observed, "Obviously we missed that one."

Vivian said, "We could get stuck here."

Purcell replied, "That would be the least bad thing that could happen here." He noted that the only car rental counter was closed and he suggested, "While we're in town, let's see if we can find a cross-country vehicle to rent."

They exited the front of the terminal, where a single black Fiat sat at the taxi stand. Mercado woke the driver and they climbed in, with Mercado in the front. "Gondar," he said.

The driver seemed confused, as though he hadn't had a customer since the revolution.

Purcell said to Mercado, "Give him twenty thousand."

"That's about fifteen dollars, Frank. He makes about a dollar a day."

"That's more than L'Osservatore Romano is paying me. Let's go."

Mercado reluctantly gave the driver a twenty-thousand-lire note, and the man stared at it, then started his car and drove off.

On the way down the plateau, Mercado attempted a few words of conversation with the driver in Amharic, Italian, and English.

Vivian said to Purcell, "I don't think we should fly the Navion back here. That would be one trip too many." She suggested, "We'll take the commercial flight here when we're ready to begin our journey."

"We need one more recon flight to check out anything that looks interesting on your photographs."

"I'm not even sure we're getting out of here."

"We have been chosen to get out of here."

She didn't reply.

As they climbed the steep, narrow road toward the walls of the city, Mercado turned and said, "This driver was actually waiting for a Soviet Air Force general."

Vivian laughed. "Then why did he take us?"

Purcell replied, "Because Henry gave him a month's pay."

Mercado said, "Nothing has gone right today."

Purcell disagreed. "I didn't crash, and we didn't get arrested."

"The day is not over."

Chapter 39.

Mercado directed the driver to the Italian-built piazza in the center of Gondar. They stood in the cool sunshine and looked around at the shops, cinema, and public buildings designed by Italian architects in 1930s modern Fascist style.

Mercado said, "This looked better in 1941."

"So did you," Purcell pointed out.

Mercado ignored that and said, "Gondar is where the Italian Army made its last stand against the British in '41." He stayed quiet awhile, then continued, "I was traveling as a war correspondent with the British Expeditionary Force by then... we'd taken Addis from the Italians six months before, and Haile Sela.s.sie was back on the throne."

Purcell looked at Henry Mercado standing in the piazza. The man had seen a great deal of life, and death, and war, and hopefully some peace. He had, in fact, seen the twentieth century in all its triumphs and disappointments, its progress and failures.

It was a wonder, Purcell thought, that Mercado had anything left in him. Or that he could still believe in something like the Holy Grail. Or believe in love.

Purcell glanced at Vivian, who was looking at Henry. Purcell hadn't meant to take Henry's lady.

Mercado nodded toward the cinema. "The British soldiers watched captured Italian movies, and I stood on the stage and shouted the translations." He laughed. "I made up some very funny s.e.xual dialogue."

Vivian laughed, and Purcell, too, smiled.

Mercado pointed to a large public building. "That was where the British Army put its headquarters. The Union Jack used to fly right there." He informed them, "Gann told me he was here as well, but we never met. Or if we did, it was in a state of intoxication and we don't remember."

Purcell wondered if thirty-five years from now he'd be here, or in some other place from his past, telling a younger companion about how it was way back then. Probably not. Henry had been exceedingly lucky at cheating death; Purcell felt lucky, too, but not that lucky.

Mercado continued, "The Italians carried on a surprisingly strong guerrilla war in the countryside against the Brits for two more years before they finally surrendered this last piece of their African empire. By then I was traveling with the British Army in North Africa." He stayed quiet a moment, then said, "I always meant to come back to Ethiopia, and especially to Gondar. And here I am."

Vivian said to him, "Show us around, Henry."

They left the piazza and walked into the old city, which was as otherworldly as it appeared from the air: a collection of brick and stone palaces, churches, fortifications, an old synagogue, and ruins. It looked almost medieval, Purcell thought, though the architecture was unlike anything he'd seen in Europe or elsewhere.

Vivian took photographs as Mercado pointed out a few buildings that he remembered. He observed, "There seem to be fewer people here than I remember." He informed them, "Gondar and the surrounding area is where most of the Jewish population in Ethiopia lives. I think, however, the Jews have left, along with the n.o.bility, the merchant cla.s.s, and the last of the Italian expats."

Vivian pointed out, "If you lived where General Getachu lived, you'd get out, too."

Mercado also told them, "The Falashas, along with the last of the Royalists, and other traditional elements in the surrounding provinces, have formed a resistance against the Marxists. So Getachu is not completely paranoid when he sees spies and enemies all around him." He added, "The countryside is unsettled and dangerous."

Vivian asked, "Does that include the area where we will be traveling?"

"We will find out."

Most shops and restaurants were closed, including an Italian restaurant that Mercado remembered. Soldiers with AK-47s patrolled the nearly deserted streets and looked them over as they pa.s.sed by.

Vivian said, "This is creepy."

Purcell suggested, "Tell them you know General Getachu."

They found a food shop that sold bottled water and packaged food and they noted its location for when they needed to buy provisions.

There was an open outdoor cafe in a small square near a church, and they would have stopped for a beer, but six soldiers, who were undoubtedly Cuban, were sitting at a table watching them approach. One of them called out to the senorita, and Vivian blew them a kiss. They all laughed.

Purcell wanted to find the English missionary school where young Mikael Getachu got his a.s.s whipped, but an old man who spoke Italian told Mercado, "It is now the army headquarters."

Mercado suggested they skip that photo, and Purcell said, "Mikael is trying to work through some childhood issues."

Inquiries about the best hotel in town led them to the Goha, near the Italian piazza. They asked for an English- or Italian-speaking person, and were escorted into the office of the hotel manager, Mr. Kidane, who spoke both languages.

They inquired about rooms for the near future, though the hotel seemed deserted, and also asked about renting a cross-country vehicle. Mr. Kidane informed them he could get his future guests a British Land Rover, but unfortunately, due to the unsettled situation, the price would be two hundred dollars American, each day. A driver and security man would be extra, and he recommended both. Mr. Kidane also required a two-thousand-dollar security deposit in cash-just in case the vehicle and his guests never returned, though he didn't actually say that.

They took Mr. Kidane's card with the Goha's telex number. Purcell gave him a twenty-dollar bill for his trouble, and Mr. Kidane called them a taxi.

Purcell, Vivian, and Mercado headed back to the airport.

Vivian said, "That was fascinating."

Mercado replied, "Someday, Gondar will be a tourist attraction. Now it is Getachu's prize, if he can hold on to it."

Purcell said, "It looks like we have our vehicle, and we can also get provisions in Gondar. But we have to act fast in case the fighting starts again."

Mercado agreed. "These mountains have always been a place of desperate last stands."

Purcell suggested, "We'll make one more recon flight tomorrow or the next day, and if we still haven't heard from Gann, we need to decide our next move."

Everyone agreed, and they continued on to the airport, where Captain Sharew awaited them.

The Navion was still there, but Captain Sharew was happily not, so another kleptocrat took their fifty-thousand-lire takeoff fee, which Mercado paid while Purcell quickly filled out the flight plan.

Purcell didn't mind the bribes; it was when the authorities stopped taking bribes that you had to worry.

The new officer wrote their takeoff time as 1:30 P.M., and advised them, "Do not deviate." He then presented them with an outrageous bill for fuel, which needed to be paid in Western currency. Purcell said, "Your turn, Vivian."

They got quickly into the Navion and noticed that two bags of coffee beans were missing, as well as the urine-filled carafe. Purcell hit the ignition switch and said, "I hope they left the spark plugs."

The engine fired up and he taxied at top speed to the north end of the runway. He got a green light from the tower and pushed the throttle forward.

The Navion lifted off and he continued south, toward Addis Ababa.

A half hour out of Gondar, he took an easterly heading and said to Mercado, "Pa.s.s me the map that shows Shoan."

"I do not want to be late into Addis."

"We have tailwinds."

Mercado pa.s.sed him the map and Purcell studied it. He asked Mercado, "Do you have any interest in flying over Mount Aradam?"