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Twice on successive days their talk at the hearth was interrupted by sounds from the world outside the cavern the unmistakable whistling, clattering roar of a helicopter rotor hammering through the air in coarse pitch setting, and they fell silent and looked up at the roof of stone above them until the sound faded. Then the talk would turn to their chances of escape from the forces that pursued and hunted them so relentlessly.
Every second day the women came from Vusamanzi's village, travelling in the darkness of predawn to elude the es in the sky above them. They brought food and news.
ey The Third Brigade troopers had come to the village, surrounding it first and then storming in and ransacking the huts. They had cuffed one of the young girls and they had shouted threats and badgered the old man, but Vusamanzi had faced them down with dignity and in the end his formidable reputation for magic had protected them.
The soldiers had left without stealing much of value, without burning a single hut or killing more than a few chickens but they had promised to return.
However, a massive manhunt was still in progress over the entire area. On foot and from the helicopters the Shana scoured the forest and hills during the hours of daylight and hundreds of the escapees from the camp had already been recaptured. "The girls had seen them being transp reported in heavy trucks, naked and chained together.
As far as vusamanzi knew, the Shana had not yet discovered the wrecked Cessna, but it was still extremely dangerous, and Vusamanzi had ordered the girls to impress upon them they must remain in the cavern. He would come to them in person when he judged it safe to do so.
This news depressed them all and it took all Craig's best storytelling and clowning to lighten the mood in the cavern. He turned their attention back to their pere
"After that, it would finance all sorts of social programmes education, health, the forwarding of women's rights," Sarah said, for the moment her timidity put aside.
"You would use it to make land-purchases to add to the existing tribal trust lands Craig added, "financial assistance to the peasant farmers, aid for tractors and machinery, blood, stock improvement programmes."
"Craig," Sally-A
"That just isn't on, I know. Forgive me. I'm being silly." She looked at her wristwatch. "My God, I've lost all track of time, do you realize it's after midnight already?" Craig and Sally-A
"I am ashamed of my part in having him imprisoned. He is such a marvelous man, darling, sometimes I feel so humble when I listen to him." "He might just make it to greatness," Craig agreed.
Coming back here to free him may be the most important thing that you and I ever do in our lives."
"If we get away with it," Craig qualified.
"There must be some justice in this naughty world."
"It's a nice thought."
"Kiss me goodnight, Craig." Craig loved to listen to her sleeping, the gentle sound of her breathing, and to feel the total relaxation of her body against his, with only the occasional little snuggling movement in his arms, but tonight he could not follow her into sleep.
Something was snagged in his subconscious likea burr in his sock, and the longer he lay, the fiercer became its irritation. Something somebody had said that evening, he figured it that far, but every time it started to rise to the he tried too hard and it sank away surface of his mind, again. At last he resorted to the old trick of emptying his mind, imagining a wastepaper-basket, and as each unbidden thought came, he tore it in half, crumpled it, and dropped it into the imaginary basket.
"Christ!" he said loudly, and sat bolt upright. Sally-A
"What is it?"Tungata called across the cavern.
"Oxygen!" cried Craig. Sally-A
"I don't understand," Sally' A
"Darling, wake up! Come on!" He shook her gently.
"Oxygen! The Cessna is equipped for high-altitude flight, isn't it?"
"Oh sweet heavens," she stared at him. "Why didn't we think of it before?"