War Cry. Wilbur Smith

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СКАЧАТЬ down in a couple of minutes. The sugar perked him up, as Doctor Hartson had predicted, but the additional energy only made his restlessness worse.

      As Leon was leaving the clubhouse, back at the polo club, Doc Thompson had pressed a packet of Player’s Navy Cut cigarettes into his hand, saying, ‘These may come in handy.’

      ‘I don’t smoke,’ Leon had replied but in the chaos Thompson hadn’t heard, so Leon had shoved the cigarettes into his trouser pocket and forgotten all about them. Now he took out the crushed and crumpled pack. Thompson had stuck a book of matches into the pack. The words ‘Henderson’s General Store, Gilgil, Kenya’ were printed on the flap of card that covered the matches.

      As a boy, Leon had grown up with the smell of the cheroots that his father Ryder Courtney kept clamped between his teeth as he navigated his river boats up and down the Nile or haggled with the men from whom he bought and sold. When the clash of wills between father and son became too intense for them to remain in the same house, Leon had left the family home in Cairo to seek his fortune in the new colony of British East Africa, as Kenya had then been known. The smell of cigar smoke had always been associated in his mind with his father, and everything he was trying to escape, and the only time he had ever smoked had been during the war when, like virtually every other soldier in the British army, he did it to pass the time and ease the tension in the long hours of tedium and apprehension that preceded the start of any battle. The day he left the army, he threw away his smokes, but now he realized that Doc Thompson had not so much given him the packet of Player’s as prescribed it for precisely this helpless period of waiting for news that might very well be bad.

      Leon lit up his first cigarette, felt the familiar sensation of the smoke filling his lungs and then the long, slow, relaxing exhalation as it poured back out again. There were eight more in the packet and Leon smoked them all over the next two hours. By that point the air in the waiting room was thick with smoke, his clothes stank and his mouth tasted as filthy as the ashtray that was now half-filled with his fag-ends.

      Leon suddenly felt a desperate need for fresh, clean air. He walked out of the waiting room, along the corridor and through the two swing-doors into the world beyond. The area in front of the European Hospital and the road on which it stood was laid out in a pleasant garden, bounded on three sides by the drive, and on the fourth by the wall that ran along the road on which the hospital was located. Benches had been placed for patients and their visitors to sit on. The storm had passed, night had fallen and the air was as cool and refreshing as water from a mountain stream. Leon wiped the rainwater off one of the benches with his hand then sat down on it, stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back, gazing up at the majestic, infinite beauty of the stars in the southern sky. There was no traffic on the road outside and the only sound to be heard was the noise of the insects chattering away in the bushes and trees. Leon closed his eyes and for a moment a sensation of deep peace and relaxation spread through him, easing the tension from his muscles.

      Then he heard the clatter of the doors.

      Leon opened his eyes, sat up straight on the bench and looked towards the hospital entrance. In the harsh white glare of the light that illuminated the spaces beneath the awning, Leon saw Dr Hartson walking towards him. His shoulders were slumped, his tread was heavy and there was an air about him that Leon had seen in soldiers who had just taken a beating and lost comrades in the process.

      And then he knew the message that Dr Hartson was bearing with him on that slow, exhausted trudge across the lawn and it was as if all the constellations had suddenly vanished from the sky and blackness fell upon Leon Courtney. For he had lost the sun and moon and stars that had illuminated his existence.

      Hartson had reached him now. He must have known that he had no need to tell Leon what had happened. So he just said, ‘I am so very sorry, old man. We did everything we could, but …’

      Hartson may have finished his sentence, but if he did Leon Courtney never heard him. For now the dam inside him broke and all he could hear was the sound of his own sobbing.

      In her room at Lusima, Saffron lay awake for what seemed like hours before she dropped into a fitful sleep, plagued by dreams that were filled with anger, danger and a terrible sense that something was missing, no matter how hard she tried to find it. Then she woke suddenly. There was someone in her room, she knew there was. She sat up straight, eyes wide, staring from side to side, straining her ears for any sound, but although that sense of another presence very close to her remained, there was no sign at all of anyone she could see or hear.

      She turned on her bedside light.

      The room was empty. The door was closed.

      And then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the presence vanished and, in a moment of absolute clarity, Saffron understood.

      ‘Mummy!’ she cried out. ‘Mummy! Come back!’

      But Mummy was gone and she wasn’t ever coming back. Saffron knew that now, and with that knowledge all the comfort and security her mother had brought with her disappeared from Saffron’s life and an entirely new chapter of her existence began.

      At the age of thirteen, Leon sent Saffron to Rodean, a girls’ boarding school in Parktown. ‘It’s time you got a proper education,’ he’d told her. ‘When I’m gone, you’ll be in charge of the estate, and all my Courtney business interests. You need to know about more than cookery, needlework and flower arranging.’

      ‘But why do I have to go all the way to South Africa?’ Saffron protested. ‘I’m sure there are good schools in Kenya too.’

      ‘Indeed there are. But I’ve asked around and it seems that none of them offers the kind of education for girls that you will get at Roedean. It’s the sister establishment of a very famous girls’ school in England. Literally so, apparently: three sisters started the place in England and then a fourth one came out to South Africa and started the place in Jo’burg with a chum. That was thirty years ago and apparently it’s gone from strength to strength since, a really top-notch place. And Saffy …’ Leon’s voice had softened as he started to speak from the heart, rather than the head, ‘it’s no life for you here, rattling around the estate with just me and the staff for company.’

      ‘But I like rattling around the estate! It’s my home. And all the people on it are my family,’ Saffron pleaded.

      ‘I know, my darling, and there’s not one of them that doesn’t love you as their own. But you need to be around girls your age, and you need women you can look up to and learn from. There are things I just can’t teach you. Things only women know. And … well … you know …’

      Yes, of course Saffron knew. In the end, so many conversations with her father came back to the great hole in their lives where her mother should have been. He had never found another woman to replace her. There had been plenty of women who liked the idea of being Mrs Leon Courtney and mistress of one of the largest, best run and most breathtakingly beautiful estates in East Africa. Several of them had found their way to Lusima and done their best to impress Saffron’s father by sucking up to her.

      ‘If one more silly woman tells me that she’s sure we shall be the most terrific chums, I am going to scream,’ Saffy had told Kippy, during one of their daily heart-to-hearts (though in truth the pony was only really interested in the apple that she knew her mistress was hiding behind her back). But each of the women disappeared within a matter of days, weeks, or in one case a full three months, and Saffron had long since given up paying any attention to any of them.

      That did not, however, mean she loved her father any less, or was bored with her home. Lusima was a magical kingdom in which she was the Crown Princess and there was nowhere else СКАЧАТЬ