equipment. I understand that we will not have the benefit of these modern aids."
"Remember Taita," Nicholas exhorted him. "He did it without bulldozers."
"On the other hand, the Egyptians probably had unlimited numbers of slaves at their disposal."
"Slaves I can promise you. Or the modern equivalent thereof. Unlimited numbers? Well, perhaps not."
"The more tabour you can provide, the sooner I can divert the flow of the river for you. We are agreed that this has to be done before the onset of the rainy season."
"We have two months at the most." Nicholas dropped his flippant attitude.
"As regards the provision of tabour, I will be relying on enlisting the aid of the monastic community at St. Frumentius. I am still working out a sound theological reason that might convince them to take part in the building of the dam. I don't think they will fall for the idea that we have discovered the site of the Holy Sepulchre in Ethiopia and not in Jerusalem."
"You find me the tabour, and I will build your dam," Sapper grunted. "As you said earlier, the old ways are the best. It is almost certain that the ancients would have used a system of gabions and coffer dams to lay the foundations of the original dam."
"Sorry," Royan interrupted. "Gabions? I don't have an engineering degree."
"I am the one who must apologize." Sapper made a clumsy attempt at chivalry. "Let me show you my drawings." He turned to the board. "What this fellow Taita probably did was to weave huge bamboo baskets, which he placed in the river and filled with rock and stone. These are what we call gabions." He indicated the plans on the board. "After that he would have used rough-cut timber to build circular walls between the gabions - the coffer dams. These he would also have filled with stone and earth."
"I get the general idea," Royan said, sounding dubious, "but then it is not really necessary for me to understand all the details."
"Right you are!" Sapper agreed heartily. "Although the major assures me that there is all the timber we will need on the site, I plan to use wire mesh for the construction of the abions and human tabour for the filling of the mesh 9 nets with stone and aggregate."
"Wire mesh?" Royan demanded. "Where do you hope to find that in the Abbay valley?"
Sapper began to reply, but Nicholas forestalled him."
will come to that in a moment. Let Sapper finish his lecture. Don't spoil his fun. Tell Royan about the stone from the quarry. She will enjoy that."
"Although I have designed the dam as a temporary Structure, we have to make certain that it is capable of holding back the river long enough to enable the members of our team to enter the underwater tunnel in the downstream pool Safely-'
"We call it Taita's pool,'Nicholas told him, and Sapper nodded.
"We have to make sure that the dam does not burst while people are in there. You can imagine the consequences, should that happen." He was silent for a moment while he let them dwell upon the possibility. Royan shuddered slightly and hugged her own arms.
"Not very pleasant," Nicholas agreed. "So you plan to use the blocks?" he prompted Sapper.
"That's right. I have studied the photographs taken in the quarry. I have picked out over a hundred and fifty granite blocks lying there completed or almost completed, and I calculate that if we use these in combination with the steel mesh gabions and the timber coffer walls, this would give us a firm foundation for the main dam wall."
"Those blocks must weigh many tons each," Royan pointed out. "How will you move them?" Then, as Sapper opened his mouth to explain, she changed her mind. "No!
don't tell me. If you say it's possible, I will take your word for it."
"It's possible," Sapper assured her.
"Taita did it," Nicholas said. "We will be doing it all his way. That should please you. After all, he is a relative of yours."
"You know, you are right. In a strange sort of way, it does give me pleasure." She smiled at him. I think it's a good omen. When does all this happen?".
"It's happening already," Nicholas told her. "Sapper and I have already ordered all the stores and equipment that we will be taking with us. Even the mesh for the gabions has been precut to size by a small engineering firm near here. Thanks to the recession, they had machines standing idle."
"I have been down there at their workshop every day, supervising the cutting and packing," Sapper butted in.
"Half the shipment is already on its way. The rest of it will follow before the weekend."
Sapper is leaving this afternoon to take charge and get it all loaded. You and I have some last-minute arrangements to see to, and then we will follow him at the end of the week. You must remember I was not expecting you back from Cairo so soon,'Nicholas said. "If I had known, I could have arranged for us all to fly down to Valletta together."
"Valletta?" Royan looked mystified. "As in Malta? I thought we were going to Ethiopia."
"Malta is where Jannie Badenhorst has his base."
"Jannie who?"
"Badenhorst. Africair."
"Now you have really lost me."
"Africair is an air transport company that owns one old ex-RAF Hercules, flown by Jannie and his son Fred. They use Malta as their base. It's a stable and pragmatic little no country African politics, no corruption - and yet it is the door to most of the destinations in the Middle East and in the northern half of Africa where Jannie and Fred do most of their work. His main employment is smuggling booze into the Islamic countries, where of course it is prohibited. He's the Al Capone of the Mediterranean. Bootlegging is big business in that part of the world, but he does take on other work. Duraid and I flew into Libya from there with Jannie on our little jaunt to the Tibesti Massif.
Jannie will be taking us down to the Abbay."
"Nicky, I don't want to be a killjoy, but you and I are now undesirable immigrants to Ethiopia. Had you over looked that little fact? How do you propose to get back in there?"
"Through the back door," Nicholas grinned, "and my old pal Mek Nimmur is the gatekeeper."
"You have been in contact with Mek?"
"With Tessay. It seems that she is now his go'between.
I imagine it's very convenient for Mek to have her on board. She has all the right connections, and she can slip in and out of Khartoum or Addis or places where it might be awkward or even dangerous for him to be seen."
"Well, well!" Royan looked impressed. "You have been busy."
"Not all of us can afford a holiday in Cairo whenever the fancy takes us," he told her tartly.
"One more little question." She ignored the jibe, although she realized that despite his easy smile her absence must have irked him. "Does Mek know about Taita's game?"
"Not in detail." Nicholas shook his head. "But he has some suspicions, and anyway I know I can rely on him." He hesitated, and then went on.
"Tessay was very cagey when I spoke to her on the phone, but it seems that there has been some sort of attack on St. Frumentius monastery. Jah Hora. and thirty or forty of his monks were massacred, and most of the sacred relics from the church were stolen."
"Oh, dear God, no!" Royan looked stricken. "Who would do a thing like that?"
"The same people who murdered Duraid, and made three attempts to wipe you out."
"Pegasus."
"Von Schiller," he agreed.
"Then we are directly responsible," Royan whispered.
"We led them to the monastery. The Polaroids they captured from us when they raided our camp would have shown them the stele and the tomb of Tanus. Von Schiller wouldn't have to be a clairvoyant to guess where we had taken them. Now there is more blood on our hands."
"Hell, Royan, how can you take responsibility for von Schiller's madness? I am not going to let you punish yourself for that." Nicholas's tone was sharp and angry.
"We started this whole thing."
"I don't agree with that, but I admit that von, Schiller is the one who must have cleaned out the maqdas of St. Frumentius and that the stele and the coffin are now almost certainly part of his collection."
"Oh, Nicky, I feel so guilty. I never realized what a danger we were to those simple devout Christians."
"Do you want to call off the whole thing?" he asked cruelly. She thought about it seriously for a while, then shook her head.
"No. Perhaps when we go back we will be able to compensate the monks for their losses with what we find in the bottom of Taita's pool."
"I hope so," he agreed fervently. "I do hope so."
The giant Hercules -Mkl four-engined turbo, prop aircraft was painted a dusty nondescript brown, and the identification lettering on the fuselage was faded and indistinct. There was no Afticair legend displayed anywhere on the machine, and it had a tired and scruffy appearance that spoke eloquently of the fact that it was almost forty years old and had flown well over half a million hours even before it had fallen into Jannie Badenhorst's hands.
"Does that thing still fly?" Royan asked, as she looked at it standing forlornly in a back corner of the Valletta airfield. Its drooping belly gave it the air of a sad old streetwalker who had been put out of business by an unexpected and unlooked-for pregnancy.
Jannie keeps it looking that way deliberately," Nicholas assured her. "The places that he flies to, it's best not to draw envious eyes."
"He certainly succeeds."
"But both Jannie and Fred are first-rate aero-engineers, Between them they keep Big Dolly perfect under her engine cowlings.
"Big Dolly?"
"Dolly Parton. Jannie is an avid fan." The taxi dropped them and their meagre luggage outside the side door of the hangar, and Nicholas paid the driver while Royan thrust her hands -into the pockets of her anorak and shivered in the cold wind off the Mediterranean.
"There's Jannie now." Nicholas pointed to the bulky figure in greasy brown overalls coming down the loading ramp of the Hercules. He saw them and jumped down off the ramp.
"Hello, man! I was beginning to give up on you," he said as he came shambling across the tarmac. He looked like a rugby player, as he had been in his youth, and the slight limp was from an old playing-field injury.
"We were late leaving Heathrow. Strike by French air traffic control. The joys of international travel," Nicholas told him, and then introduced Royan.
"Come and meet my new secretary," Jannie invited.
She may even give you a cup of coffee."
He led them through a wicket in the main hangar door and into the cavernous interior. There was a small office cubicle beside the entrance with a sign over the door saying Africair' and the company logo of a winged battleaxe.
Mara, Jannie's new secretary, was a Maltese lady only a few years younger than himself. What she lacked in youth and beauty she fully made up for across the chest.
"Jannie likes them mature and with plenty of top hamper," Nicholas murmured to Royan from the side of his mouth.
Mara gave them coffee, while Jannie went over his flight plan with Nicholas.
"It's a little complicated," he apologized. "As you can imagine, we will have to do a bit of ducking and diving.
Muammar Gadaffi is not wallowing in affection for me at the moment, so I'
rather not overfly any of his territory.
We will be going in through Egypt, but without landing there." He pointed out their flight path on the maps spread over his desk.
"Bit of a problem over the Sudan. They are having a little civil war there." He winked at Nicholas. I However, the northern government are not equipped with the most up-to'date radar in the world. Lot of old Russian reject stuff. It's an enormous bit of country, and Fred and I have worked out their blank spots. We will be keeping well clear of their main military installations."
"What's our flying time?" Nicholas wanted to know.
Jannio pulled a face. "Big Dolly is no sprinter, and as I have just told you we will not be taking any short-cuts."
"How long?"Nicholas insisted.
"Fred and I have rigged up bunks and a kitchen, so that during the flight you will have all the comforts of home." He lifted his cap and scratched his head before he admitted, "Fifteen hours."
"Has Big Dolly got that sort of endurance?" Nicholas wanted to know.
"Extra tanks. Seventy-one thousand kilos of fuel. Even with the load you have given us, we can get there and back without refuelling." He was interrupted by the huge hangar doors rolling open, and a heavy truck being driven through. "That will be Fred and Sapper now." Jannie swigged the last of his coffee and hugged Mara. She giggled, and her bosom quivered like a snowfield on the point of an avalanche.
The truck parked at the far end of the hangar, where. an array of equipment and stores was already neatly stacked, ready for loading. When Fred climbed down from the cab, Jannie introduced him to Royan. He was a younger version of the father, already beginning to spread around the waist, and with an open bucolic face, more like a Karroo sheep farmer than a commercial pilot.
"That's the last truckload." Sapper came around the front of the truck and shook Nicholas's hand. "All set to begin loading."
"I want to take off before four 'clock tomorrow morning. That will get us into our rendezvous at the optimum time tomorrow evening,'Jannie cut in.
"We have a bit of work to do, if we are going to get some sleep before we leave." He gestured to the pallets waiting to be loaded. I wanted to get some of the local lads to give a hand with the loading, but Sapper wouldn't hear of it."
"Quite right," Nicholas agreed, "The fewer who are in on this, the merrier. Let's get cracking."
The cargo had been prepacked on the steel pallets, secured with heavy nylon strapping and covered with cargo netting. There were thirty-six loaded pallets, and the canvas packs containing the parachutes formed an integral part of each load. This huge Cargo would require two separate flights to ferry it all across to Africa.
Royan called out the contents of each pallet from the typed manifest, while Nicholas checkd it against the actual load. Nicholas and Sapper had worked out the loads carefully to ensure that the items that would be required first were on the initial flight. Only when he was Certain that each pallet was complete in every detail id he signal to Fred, who was operating the forklift. Fred ran the arms into the slots of the pallet and lifted it, then he drove it out of the hangar and up the ramp of the Hercules. In the hold of the enormous aircraft, jannie and Sapper helped Fred to position each pallet precisely on the rollers and then strap it down securely. The last part of the cargo to go aboard was the small front-end-loading tractor.