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〃That's the best way。 You won't be frightened。〃
〃But I am frightened。〃
〃I can help you with that；〃 Munro said； and he pushed Elliot out of the plane。
Munro watched him fall away； his grin instantly gone。 Munro had adopted his hearty demeanor only for Elliot's benefit。 〃If a man has to do something dangerous；〃 he said later； 'it helps to be angry。 It's for his own protection； really。 Better he should hate someone than fall apart。 I wanted Elliot to hate me all the way down。〃
Munro understood the risks； The minute they left the aircraft； they also left civilization； and all the unquestioned assumptions of civilization。 They were jumping not only through the air； but through time； backward into a more primitive and dangerous way of life…the eternal realities of the Congo； which had existed for centuries before them。 〃Those were the facts of life；〃 Munro said； 〃but I didn't see any reason to worry the others before they jumped。 My job was to get those people into the Congo； not scare them to death。 There was plenty of time for that。〃
Elliot fell； scared to death。
His stomach jumped into his throat； and he tasted bile； the wind screamed around his ears and tugged at his hair； and the air was so cold…he was instantly chilled and shivering。 Below him the Barawana Forest lay spread across rolling hills。 He felt no appreciation for the beauty before him； and in fact he closed his eyes； for he was plummeting at hideous speed toward the ground。 But with his eyes shut he was more aware of the screaming wind。
Too much time had passed。 Obviously the parafoil （whatever the hell that was） was not going to open。 His life now depended on the parachute attached to his chest。 He clutched it； a small tight bundle near his churning stomach。 Then he pulled his hands away： he didn't want to interfere with its opening。 He dimly remembered that people had died that way； when they interfered with the opening of their parachute。
The screaming wind continued； his body rushed sickeningly downward。 Nothing was happening。 He felt the fierce wind tugging at his feet； whipping his trousers； flapping his
shirt against his arms。 Nothing was happening。 It had been at least three minutes since he'd jumped from the plane。 He dared not open his eyes； for fear of seeing the trees rushing up close as his body crashed downward toward them in his final seconds of conscious life。
He was going to throw up。
Bile dribbled from his mouth； but since he was falling head downward； the liquid ran up his chin to his neck and then inside his shirt。 It was freezing cold。 His shivering was being uncontrollable。
He snapped upright with a bone…twisting jolt。
For an instant he thought he had hit the ground； and then he realized that he was still descending through the air； but more slowly。 He opened his eyes and stared at pale blue sky。
He looked down； and was shocked to see that he was still thousands of feet from the earth。 Obviously he had only been falling a few seconds from the airplane above him… Looking up； he could not see the plane。 Directly overhead was a giant rectangular shape； with brilliant red； white； and blue stripes： the parafoil。 Finding it easier to look up than down； he studied the parafoil intently。 The leading edge was curved and puffy； the rear edge thin； fluttering in the breeze。 The parafoil looked very much like an airplane wing； with cords running down to his body。
He took a deep breath and looked down。 He was still very high over the landscape。 There was some fort in the slowness with which he was descending。 It was really rather peaceful。
And then he noticed he wasn't moving down； he was moving sideways。 He could see the other parafoils below； Kahega and his men and Ross； he tried to count them； and thought there were six； but he had difficulty concentrating。 He appeared to be moving laterally away from them。
He tugged on the lines in his left hand； and he felt his body twist as the parafoil moved； taking him to the left。
Not bad； he thought。
He pulled harder on the left cords； ignoring the fact that this seemed to make him move faster。 He tried to stay near the rectangles descending beneath him。 He heard the scream of the wind in his ears。 He looked up； hoping to see Munro； but all he could see was the stripes of his own parafoil。
He looked back down； and was astonished to find that the ground was a great deal closer。 In fact； it seemed to be rushing up to him at brutal speed。 He wondered where he had got the idea that he was drifting gently downward。 There was nothing gentle about his descent at all。 He saw the first of the parafoils crumple gently as Kahega touched ground； then the second； and the third。
It wouldn't be long before he landed。 He was approaching the level of the trees； but his lateral movement was very fast。 He realized that his left hand was rigidly pulling on the cords。 He released his grip； and his lateral movement ceased。 He drifted forward。
Two more parafoils crumpled on impact。 He looked back to see Kahega and his men； already down； gathering up the cloth。 They were all right； that was encouraging。
He was sliding right into a dense clump of trees。 He pulled his cords and twisted to the right； his whole body tilting。 He was moving very fast now。 The trees could not be avoided。 He was going to smash into them。 The branches seemed to reach up like fingers； grasping for him。
He closed his eyes； and felt the branches scratching at his face and body as he crashed down； knowing that any second he was going to hit； that he was going to hit the ground and roll… He never hit。
Everything became silent。 He felt himself bobbing up and down。 He opened his eyes and saw that he was swinging four feet above the ground。 His parafoil had caught in the trees。
He fumbled with his harness buckles； and fell out onto the earth。 As he picked himself up； Kahega and Ross came running over to ask if he was all right。
〃I'm fine；〃 Elliot said； and indeed he felt extraordinarily fine； more alive than he could ever remember feeling。 The next instant he fell over on rubber legs and promptly threw up。
Kahega laughed。 〃Wele to the Congo；〃 he said。
Elliot wiped his chin and said； 〃Where is Amy？〃
A moment later Munro landed； with a bleeding ear where Amy had bitten him in terror。 But Amy was not the worse for the experience； and came running on her knuckles over to Elliot； making sure that he was all right； and then signing； Amy fly no like。
〃Look out！〃
The first of the torpedo…shaped Crosslin packets smashed down； exploding like a bomb when it hit the ground； spraying equipment and straw in all directions。
〃There's the second one！〃
Elliot dived for safety。 The second bomb hit just a few yards away； he was pelted with foil containers of food and rice。 Overhead； he heard the drone of the circling Fokker airplane。 He got to his feet in time to see the final two Crosslin containers crash down； and Kahega's men running for safety； with Ross shouting； 〃Careful； those have the lasers！〃
It was like being in the middle of a blitz； but as swiftly as it had begun it was over。 The Fokker above them flew off； and the sky was silent； the men began repacking the equipment and burying the parafoils； while Munro barked instructions in Swahili。
Twenty minutes later； they were moving single…file through the forest； starting a two…hundred…mile trek that would lead them into the unexplored eastern reaches of the Congo； to a fabulous reward。
If they could reach it in time。
2。Kigani
ONCE PAST THE INITIAL SHOCK OF HIS JUMP； ELLIOT enjoyed the walk through the Barawana Forest。 Monkeys chattered in the trees； and birds called in the cool air； the Kikuyu porters were strung out behind them； smoking cigarettes and joking with one another iii an exotic tongue。 Elliot found all his emotions agreeable…the sense of freedom from a crass civilization； the sense of adventure； of unexpected events that might occur at any future moment； and finally the sense of romance； of a quest for the poignant past while omnipresent danger kept sensation at a peak of intense feeling。 It was in this heightened mood that he listened to the forest animals around him； viewed the play of sunlight and shadow； felt the springy ground beneath his boots； and looked over at Karen Ross； whom he found beautiful and graceful in an utterly unexpected way。
Karen Ross did not look back at him。
As she walked； she twisted knobs on one of her black electronic boxes； trying to establish a signal。 A second electronic box hung from a shoulder strap； and since she did not turn to look at him； he had time to notice that there was already a dark stain of sweat at her shoulder； and 'another running down the back of her shirt。 Her dark blonde hair was damp； clinging unattractively to the back of her head。 And he noticed that her trousers were wrinkled； streaked with dirt from the fall。 She still did not look back。
〃Enjoy the forest；〃 Munro advised him。 〃This is the last time you'll feel cool and dry for quite a while。〃
Elliot agreed that the forest was pleasant。
〃Yes； very pleasant。〃 Munro nodded； with an odd expression on his face。
The Barawana Forest was not virginal。 From time to time； they passed clear