The Quest: A Novel Part 55

Vivian said to him, "Tomorrow we go to where Father Armano was going. Do not be cynical-he will show us the way."

"I'm counting on it."

"Do you know what that statue was?"

"The two-faced guy?"

"That was Ja.n.u.s, the Roman G.o.d of the New Year-he faces back and forward."

"I get it."

"This is January."

"Right."

"Which reminded me of something. When I was in boarding school, which was English-run, I read a very beautiful pa.s.sage-something that George VI said in his Christmas message to the English people, in the darkest year of the war. He said to them, 'I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year, Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown. And he replied, Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of G.o.d. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.' "

"That is very beautiful."

"Put your hand into the hand of G.o.d, Frank."

"I'll try."

"You will."

They rejoined the others.

Chapter 50.

They rose before dawn and had some bread and boiled eggs as they waited for better light.

The night had been long and uncomfortable, and the jungle sounds had kept them awake. Purcell began to wonder if anything short of the Holy Grail was worth getting eaten by mosquitoes and listening for Gallas.

Vivian seemed cheerful, and that annoyed him.

Gann, too, seemed ready to get moving, but Henry didn't look well, and Purcell was a bit concerned about him. But if Henry complained, Purcell would remind him whose idea this was. Or was this his own idea?

The dawn came and they left the relative comfort of the spa hotel and walked down the steps. They moved quickly across the field and through the brush, then looked up and down the road. Gann said in a whisper, "I will cross first, then one at a time."

Gann crossed the narrow road and knelt in the brush on the far side. Mercado followed, and then Vivian and Purcell brought up the rear.

They beat the bush on the side of the road, looking for an obvious trail-a trail that Father Armano might have taken to his imprisonment forty years ago, and which he may have been looking for again before he died in the spa. Dov'e la strada? But even Gann couldn't find an opening in the wall of tangled vegetation that lined the road.

Gann said, "We will walk on the road, though I'd rather not." He instructed them, "The drainage ditch here is partially filled with dirt, as you see, and choked with brush. But we will dive into it if we hear a vehicle, or the sound of hoofbeats."

Especially hoofbeats, Purcell thought.

"We will continue until we've found a trail that will take us into the interior of this rain forest." He said, "I suggest we try south, toward Shoan."

They began their walk south on the old Italian road that Purcell, Mercado, and Vivian had driven from Addis what seemed so long ago. The road, as Purcell recalled, was hard-packed, and he could now see evidence of the tar and gravel that the Italian Army had laid forty years before. But when Father Armano had walked the road-if he had walked it-the Italian engineers had not yet gotten this far. More important, any trails intersecting this road may have been more obvious forty years ago, before this area had become less traveled and less populated.

Gann stepped off the road now and then and smacked the brush with the side of his machete. After half an hour, Purcell said, "We're going to wind up in Shoan soon."

"That will be another two hours, Mr. Purcell."

Up ahead was a huge gnarled tree, and Purcell picked up his pace. He got to the tree and said to his companions, "I am going to do some aerial recon." He took the binoculars from Mercado, dropped his backpack, and shimmied up the wide trunk, then got hold of a branch and pulled himself up.

Gann said, "Watch for snakes, old boy."

Purcell continued to climb the twisted branches and got about forty feet off the ground.

He sat on a bare branch and scanned the area around him with the binoculars. The trees near the road were not tightly s.p.a.ced, though there was very dense brush between them. As he looked west, he could see the beginning of a great triple-canopy rain forest.

He turned his attention to the road and looked north, toward Tana and Gondar, but he saw no one approaching. The road was probably better traveled before the revolution and civil war, he thought, but now only armed men roamed the countryside, and he didn't want to meet any of them-unless they were friends of Colonel Gann.

Purcell scanned the road to the south, and it was also deserted, though he saw some sort of catlike animals crossing a hundred yards up the road. He watched them go into the bush, then he focused closely on the area where they'd disappeared.

Gann called up softly, "See anything?"

"Maybe." He made sure he knew where the cats had disappeared, then climbed down and jumped onto the road.

Gann asked, "How was your view?"

"Lots of trees out there."

"What type of trees, old boy?"

Purcell described the terrain and suggested to Gann, "You can climb the next tree." He told everyone, "The good news is I saw some sort of... medium-sized cats going into the bush. So maybe there's a game trail."

"Excellent." Gann guessed, "Some sort of lynx, I would think."

Mercado asked, "Are they dangerous?"

Gann replied, "Only if they have something better than my nine-millimeter Uzi."

Purcell led them up the road, and over the drainage ditch, to the ten-foot-high wall of tropical vegetation. He said, "Right about here."

Gann got on all fours, like a cat, and said, "Here is the trailhead." They all crawled through the tangled brush onto a shoulder-wide trail, overhung with branches that formed a natural ceiling above their heads.

The trail itself was clear, and it was obvious that this was a well-used route.

Purcell said, "This could be the trail used by the villagers."

Gann agreed. "Someone is using it on a regular basis."

Vivian asked, "Does anyone but me think that those cats were sent by G.o.d to show us this trail?"

Purcell a.s.sured her, "Only you, Vivian."

"Well." She smiled. "I don't think that either."

But Purcell thought she did. And maybe this time she was right.

Gann said, "We will travel about twenty feet apart, but always within sight of one another. Maintain sound discipline, no smoking, and alert everyone if you hear something."

Mercado asked, "Where are we going?"

Gann replied, "I don't know, but we'll make good time getting there." He took Purcell's map and looked at it. "Don't see this trail." He said, "We'll see what we see, and we will fly by the seat of our pants." He added, "We're in the right area, and if we read the land correctly, I feel confident we can find at least one of the abandoned stone quarries, which may be a clue to the location of the black monastery."

Purcell was impressed with Colonel Gann's outdoor skills, and he asked him, "Can we live off the land? I mean if the food runs out."

"I don't much fancy jungle pickings, old boy."

"Me neither."

"Let's make certain we can get back to Shoan before the victuals run out." Gann informed them, "If everyone's gone, there will be a food cache there for us."

Purcell said, "If you're gone, where would we find that cache?"

"You should look in the stone cisterns which are high up. This is the dry season, and they will be suitable for food storage."

"Which cistern?"

"Don't know, old boy. Each house has one. You'll find the right one."

"Couldn't they have left the food in the palace kitchen?"

"We don't know who will be coming around after the last person has left." He explained, "Goats, chickens, and such will be left behind, and that draws hungry people."

"Well, let's hope the Gallas don't come around."

"More likely soldiers or partisans." He added, "We need to be careful when we enter the village."

Mercado asked, "How will we actually get out of here after we've completed our mission?"

"There is a Royalist partisan point about fifty K west of Shoan, and I can find it without a map. Been there. Chaps there will guide us to the French Somali border, as I mentioned."

Purcell asked, "And if you're not with us to find that place?"

"Dead, you mean?"

"Or just not feeling well."

Gann smiled, then said seriously, "I'd advise you to walk to Gondar. You should be able to blend into the population, though it's a bit tricky with all the Western tourists and businesspeople gone, and the soldiers everywhere. But it's not impossible to do that."

Purcell suggested, "We could pose as journalists."

"There you are."

"What do we do after we blend?"

"You should try to get to Addis by plane, or get someone with a truck to drive you over the Sudan border." He handed the map back to Purcell and asked, "Have we covered everything?"

"We have."

"Miss Smith? Any questions or concerns?"

"No. Let's go."

Gann, in military style, restated their mission objective. "We are looking for two things. One is the place where the Falashas meet the monks. We will look for signs of human presence-food waste, campfires, footprints, and all that. Our primary objective, not completely dependent on the first objective, is to find the black monastery." He reminded them, "From Shoan, which is a few hours' march south of here, give or take, to the meeting place is, as we know, a day's march. From the meeting place to the monastery is, we believe, or a.s.sume, another day's march." He concluded, "If we find the meeting place, then we know we are a day's march to the monastery-though we don't know in which direction." He added, "It's possible, of course, that we don't find the meeting place, but do find the monastery." Gann looked at Purcell, Mercado, and Vivian and asked, "Is that clear?"

Purcell thought it had already been clear why they were in Ethiopia. But to be a good soldier, he said, "Clear."

Mercado nodded.

Vivian said, "A rock, a tree, and a stream. And maybe a cl.u.s.ter of palms."

Gann looked at her. "Yes, all right." He glanced at his watch, then said, "We will let Mr. Purcell take point and I will bring up the rear." He smiled. "Follow those cats."

Purcell began walking up the trail. Somewhere between here and where they wanted to go lay a vast expanse of unknown. And the end of the trail was also unknown. From the unknown, through the unknown, to the unknown. Put your hand into the hand of G.o.d. It will be all right.

Chapter 51.

What started as a hopeful beginning was becoming a long day in the jungle.

The trail remained wide, but it was soon obvious that it was not the only trail; many smaller trails intersected the main one, though none had any signs of recent footprints or hoofprints, or signs of cut vegetation.

Gann stated the obvious. "There seems to be a network of trails in this area."

Purcell had checked his compa.s.s as they moved, and they were headed generally west, but also veering south.

Mercado inquired, "What are we actually doing?"