Chapter 22b
Ivan slapped Hapgood. “Same jump, Hap. Legs to one side.”
Hapgood dropped, swinging his legs to the opposite side from
before. “Turning the other cheek at
last,” he thought.
They landed and made their
way down hill winding though darkened alleys.
They paused for breath.
“Obviously there are two
groups,” said
“I don’t think they are friends,”
said
“All right, let’s go with
that,” said
They reversed direction and
arced toward where they had come from.
The question of how to draw
the men in cloaks was solved for them.
They rounded a corner and found one standing there. This one gave out a very satisfactory scream
as
“This way,” said
The run uphill away from the
river was exhausting. Hapgood was breathing as if it was his last. The others were giddy with fatigue. At last they reached a major thoroughfare and
peeked out to see the other side posted with the unmistakable aggressive forms
of the mercenaries.
The mercenaries started
across in an extended line. Traffic
stopped. The first cloaked man to reach
the light took a crossbow bolt and went down with a scream. The others took shelter in number of
entries. Something flickered and a
mercenary got tagged with a large, hideously curved dagger. The other mercenaries began to press on, but
an arrow flicked from the near side of the street and buried itself in a bullet
proof vest. Bullet
proof but not arrow proof.
That was enough to send the
other patrons to the front window to watch the battle unfold. The mercenaries tried another unsuccessful
press up the middle. The men in cloaks
attempted a flanking maneuver but had underestimated the length of the
mercenary line and were forced back.
Bets were exchanged in the pub. A
number of the patrons would have been happy to have had a go with the crossbow,
but they could not agree on which side they should be.
Instead of taking the back
door, the four went up some steps and found a deserted hallway. They sat against the wall and dozed. After a few hours
When he thought he had given
them all the time he could he said, “There’s a bus leaving in five minutes
about a block from here. It goes to the
Montgomery Great House.” That got them
up and moving. On the way to the bus
they were seen by two men in robes. One
of the two had a recurve bow but had evidently
exhausted his arrows during the battle.
The two men gave chase.
The four ran and piled aboard
as the bus started moving. They lay down
to hide on the floor.
“We’re really tired,” said
“Can’t let you sleep on the
floor,” said the driver. “Against regulations.”
“You heard him, men,” said
”I must insist that you take your seats,” said the driver. “Otherwise I shall have to stop this bus
right now.”
“Actually,” said
The driver took the hint and
continued. After a time the four got up
and took their seats.
As the bus moved,
The Greek language here
persisted for a thousand years after the conquest by
From where
Below them the Slot of
Naples, an earthy name for the most intimate part of the city, still preserved
the layout of ancient streets.
“
“Yes, that means we shall
have a storm,” said his friend. “It is a
good thing you did your touring yesterday.
Today will be wet.” The touring
had been unusual in that there was not the press of other tourists he had come
to expect.
“Tell me,” he continued. “What is the population doing here? How fast is it growing?”
“We do not grow. We shrink.”
“I thought
“Yes, we have amore.
But we do not have bambinos,
no children.” He spoke as if he were in
pain.
“How is that?”
“The young
people. They would rather play. Who can blame them? If they are good people, they must do as they
will. They wish to play. They are young. One cannot tell them that they are wrong to
play. But the bambinos we do not have. It
is very bad.”
“You miss them much, having bambinos around?”
“It is worse in the
north. They have fewer than we. But it is still very bad. So you do not have many bambinos yourself?”
“Just the
one son. He has been studying in the
“You must be very proud. It takes great courage and mind to venture so
far for studying. But I am happy for you
that he is coming home again. It will be
happier for you.
“But having only one bambino is not enough. What then would be the purpose of dying?”
“I do not understand you my
friend.”
“We die. We grow, we learn, we struggle and we
die. There is little time for
these. But the bambino can carry on. With
luck he carries forward the best we know and can do. But if there is only one bambino then that one can on average do no more than we could
ourselves. It would be more convenient
if we merely lived on. Dying is such a
distraction.
“But we can have more than
one. Two can do more than we ever
could. Of course they carry the best of
their mother, too. And the wife, she is
the greatest treasure there can be. The bambinos carry forward the best of life
you ever found. But if there were but
one, you and the wife would do better to live forever.”
“Perhaps it is an engineering
problem. Perhaps life without death is
not possible.”
“Perhaps. Does he have bambinos himself, your son?
I suppose not.”
“That is correct. But he is young. The future stretches very wide and very
bright before him. I think he will have
them.” “If he lives,” he thought.
“Ah the rain comes upon
us. I must be off, my friend. This is the busy time of day. Do you need any help getting to the train
station?”
“No, many thanks. I have rented a car and shall start for
“Do be careful, my
friend. The
As if Neapolitan drivers were
not.
“Thank you and blessings of
Allah on you my friend. May your
business speed well this day.”
His friend left.
Before starting for
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