p&c.thunderhead-第68部分
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SILENTLY； AARON BLACK FOLLOWED SLOANE toward the rope ladder。 Their private discussion the night before had resolved nothing。 At the last minute； Sloane would refuse to leave； Black felt certain she would。 But when he questioned her； she had been impatient and evasive。 Though he would never admit it to her； Black's own intense desire to stay had been slightly tempered by fear： fear of what killed Holroyd； and； worse； of what had attacked their horses and equipment； and now； added to that； fear of what had mutilated Holroyd's body。
Reaching the base of the ladder； Sloane pulled up onto the first rung and began to climb。 Black； irritated when she did not wait to see him safely into the harness； pulled the reinforced loops into place around his waist and crotch； tested the ropes； and started up。 He hated this climb； harness or no harness； it terrified him to be swaying five hundred feet up on a cliff； hanging on to nothing but a flimsy nylon rope。
But as he mounted the ladder； slowly； one painful rung at a time； the terror began to abate。 A phrase began running through his mind； a phrase that had never been far from him since he first discovered the Sun Kiva； stuck in his head like a singsong melody。 As he climbed； he recited the entire passage； first silently； then under his breath。 〃And then； widening the hole a little； I inserted the candle and peered in。 As my eyes grew accustomed to the light； details of the room emerged slowly from the mist； strange animals； statues； and gold…everywhere the glint of gold。〃
Everywhere the glint of gold。 It was that final phrase； more than anything else； that kept repeating itself in his mind like a mantra。
He thought back to his childhood； to when he was twelve years old and had first read Howard Carter's account of discovering the tomb of Tutankhamen。 He remembered that moment as well as he remembered the passage itself： it was the very moment when he decided to bee an archaeologist。 Of course； college and graduate school quickly dispelled any notion that he would find another tomb like King Tut's。 And he had found rich professional rewards in the mere dirt…very rich rewards indeed。 He had never felt the slightest dissatisfaction with his career。
Until now。 He climbed hand over hand； moving up the ladder； stopping occasionally to check his harness。 Now； dirt seemed a poor substitute for gold。 He thought about all the gold that Cortéz had melted down into bars and sent back to Spain； all the splendid works of art turned into bullion； lost to the world。 Its twin treasure sat in that kiva。
The fever he had felt as a twelve…year…old； first reading that account； now burned in him again。 But again he was torn： there was danger here； he knew。 And yet； leaving the valley without seeing the inside of the Sun Kiva seemed almost unimaginable to him。
〃Sloane； talk to me；〃 he called。 〃Are you going to leave the kiva behind； just like that？〃
Sloane didn't answer。
He heaved up the ladder； sweating and grunting。 Above； he saw Sloane preparing to make the final climb around the terrifying brow of rock below the summit。 Here； the sandstone was still streaked with moisture from the rain； and it glowed a blood…drenched crimson。
〃Sloane； say something； please；〃 he gasped。
〃There's nothing to say；〃 came the clipped response。
Black shook his head。 〃How could your father have made a mistake like putting her in charge？ If it were you； we'd be making history right now。〃
Sloane's only response was to disappear around the brow of rock。 Taking a deep breath； Black followed her up the last pitch。 Two minutes later； he struggled up over the rim and threw himself into the sand； exhausted； angry； utterly despondent。 He sucked the air deep into his lungs； trying to catch his breath。 The air was a lot cooler up here； and a stiff breeze was blowing； smelling of pine and juniper。 He sat up； pulling off the annoying harness。 〃All this way；〃 he said。 〃All this work。 Just to be cheated out of the greatest discovery at the last minute。〃
But Sloane didn't answer。 He was aware of her presence standing to one side； silent and unmoving。 Everywhere the glint of gold。 。 。 。 Remotely； he was curious why Sloane was just standing there； making no move to get started。 With a muttered curse； he stood up and glanced at her。
Sloane's expression was so unfamiliar； so unexpectedly dramatic； that he simply stared。 Her face had lost all its color。 She remained where she was； unmoving； staring out over the trees； her lips slightly drawn back from her teeth。 In a strange trick of the light he saw her amber eyes deepen to mahogany； as if a sudden shadow had been cast upon them。 At last； unlocking his eyes from her face； he slowly turned to follow her gaze。
A dark mass rose above and far beyond the ridge； so enormous and fearsome it took Black a moment to prehend its true nature。 Above the lofty prow of the Kaiparowits Plateau rose a thunderhead the likes of which he had never seen。 It looked； he thought distantly； more like an atomic explosion than a storm。 Its moiled foot ran at least thirty miles along the spine of the plateau； turning the ridge into a zone of dead black； from this base rose the body of the storm； surging and billowing upward to perhaps forty thousand feet。 It flattened itself against the tropopause and sheared off into an anvil…shaped head at least fifty miles across。 A heavy； tenebrous curtain of rain dropped from its base； as opaque as steel； obscuring all but the very point of the distant plateau in a veil of water。 There was a monstrous play of lightning inside the great thunderhead； vast flickerings and dartings； ominously silent in the distance。 As he watched； mesmerized and terrified at once； the thunderhead continued to spread； its dirty tentacles creeping across the blue sky。 Even the air on the canyon rim seemed to grow charged with electricity； the scent of violence drifting through the pi？ons as if from a faraway battleground。
Black remained motionless； transfixed by the awful sight； as Sloane moved slowly； like a sleepwalker； toward the stunted tree that held the weather receiver。 There was a snap of a switch； then a low wash of static。 As the unit locked onto the preset wavelength； the static gave way to the monotonous； nasal voice of a weather announcer in Page； Arizona； giving a litany of details； statistics； and numbers。 Then Black heard； with superhuman clarity； the forecast： 〃Clear skies and warmer temperatures for the rest of the day； with less than five percent chance of precipitation。〃
Black swivelled his eyes from the thunderhead to the sky directly above them： bright； flawless blue。 He looked down into the valley of Quivira； peaceful and quiet； the camp awash in morning sunlight。 The dichotomy was so extreme that； for a moment； he could not prehend it。
He stared back at Sloane。 Her lips； still withdrawn from her teeth； looked somehow feral。 Her whole being was tense with an internal epiphany。 Black waited； suddenly breathless； as she snapped off the instrument。
〃What…？〃 Black began to ask； but the look on Sloane's face silenced him。
〃You heard Nora's orders。 Let's get this disassembled and down into camp。〃 Sloane's voice was brisk； businesslike； neutral。 She swung up into the stunted juniper and in a moment had unwound the antenna； taken down the receiver； and packed it in a net bag。 She glanced at Black。
〃Let's go；〃 she said。
Without another word； she swung the bag over her shoulder and walked to the ladder。 In a moment； she had disappeared down into blue space。
Confused； Black slowly buckled on his harness； took hold of the rope ladder； and began to follow her down。
* * *
Ten minutes later； he stepped off the rope ladder。 His distraction was so plete that he only knew he had reached the bottom when his foot sank into the wet sand。 He stood there； irresolutely； and again turned his eyes upward。 Overhead； the sky was an immaculate azure from rim to rim。 There was no hint of the cataclysm taking place twenty miles away； at the head of their watershed。 He removed the harness and walked back toward camp； his steps stiff and wooden。 Despite the burden of the receiver； Sloane had scuttled down the cliff face like a spider； and she was in camp already； dropping the equipment beside the last pile of drysacks。
Nora's urgent voice brought Black out of his reverie。 〃What's the report？〃 he heard her ask Sloane。
Sloane didn't answer。
〃Sloane； we have no time。 Will you please give me the weather report？〃 The exasperation in Nora's voice was unmistakable。
〃Clear skies and warmer temperatures for the rest of the day；〃 Sloane said； in a monotone。 〃Less than a five percent chance of precipitation。〃
Black watched as the strained look on Nora's face was replaced by a flood of relief。 The suspicion and concern vanished from her eyes。 〃That's great；〃 she said with a smile。 〃Thanks； you two。 I'd like everybody to help take the last of the drysacks up to the caching site。 Then； Aaron； you can go ahead and seal up the entrance to the hidden cavern。 Roscoe； perhaps you should go with him。 Keep a close eye on each other。 We'll be back to help you take the last load out in ninety minutes or so。〃
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