"immediately," kasigi continued blithely, watching a tanker below. "i guaranteed zataki and the komiteh that if they cooperated we'd start up at once. tomorrow or the next day at the latest. perhaps you could ask your head of lice
temporarily to divert some of the 212s stationed at bandar delam and not being used to capacity. yes?"
"i'll certainly ask, as soon as we land."
"for a week or so we'll need a temporary air link with kuwait to pick up and replace crews from japan zataki said their komiteh'd arrange with the abadan airport komiteh today to open it for us, certainly by the end of the week..."
scragger was only half listening to the confident plans of this man who had befriended him, without whom he would still be handcuffed to the bed. his choice was simple: you tell him about whirlwind or you leave him in the shit. but if you tell him you betray a bigger trust, a long-term trust. kasigi might let whirlwind slip. he's bound to tell de plessey. the question is how far can i trust him and de plessey?
greatly unsettled he glanced out of his window and rechecked his position. "sorry to interrupt but i've got to report in." he pressed the send button: "kish radar, this is hotelsierratango, do you read?"
"mst, kish radar, we read you four by five, go ahead."
"hst on charter from iran-toda inbound to home base in lengeh, approaching lavan at one thousand, one passenger aboard. request permission to refuel at lavan and divert to bahrain to drop my passenger who has urgent business on behalf of iran."
"request refused, maintain one thousand and present heading."
"my passenger is japanese, head of iran-toda, and urgently needs to consult his japanese government on behalf of the iran government's wish to resume immediate operations. request special consideration in this instance."
"request refused. no trans-gulf flights are authorized without a twenty four-hour notice. turn to 095 degrees for direct lengeh, report abeam kish, not overhead kish. do you copy?"
scragger glanced at kasigi who could also hear the exchange. "sorry, mate." he eased onto the new heading. "hst copies. request clearance for al shargaz at dawn tomorrow with one passenger."
"standby one." static cracked in their earphones. to starboard the sea bridge of tankers continued, inbound and outbound, from or to the gulf terminals of saudi, the emirates, abu dhabi, bahrain, kuwait, and iraq. none were loading at kharg or abadan where normally a dozen would be serviced with another dozen waiting. now there were only the swarms of ships waiting, some over two months. the sky was still overcast and nasty. "mst, this is kish. in this instance your request is approved to go from lengeh to al shargaz, tomorrow wednesday twenty-eighth, noon departure. until further notice all, repeat, all trans- gulf flights will require a twenty-four-hour notice, and all, repeat, all engine starts require clearance. do you copy?"
scragger swore, then acknowledged.
"what is it?" kasigi asked.
"we've never had to get clearance to start engines before. the bastards are really getting touchy." scragger was thinking about friday and his two 212s to start up and kish too nosy and too efficient. "crummy lot!"
"yes. will you be able to head up our chopper requirements?"
"there're lots of better guys than me."
"ah, so sorry, but it would be important to me. i would know that the operation would be in good hands."
again scragger hesitated. "thanks, if i could, i would, sure, sure i would."
"then it's settled. i'll formally apply to your mr. gavallan." kasigi glanced at scragger. something's changed, he thought. what? now that i think of it, the pilot didn't react with the amount of enthusiasm i would have forecast when i announced the deal he certainly would understand the value of the contract he's being offered. what's he hiding? "could you contact bandar delam through your base at kowiss to ask them about supplying us with at least one 212 tomorrow?" he asked, beginning to probe.
"yes, yes, of course... soon as we arrive."
ah, kasigi thought, having watched and listened very carefully, i was right, something's very definitely different now. the friendliness is gone. why? i've certainly not said anything to offend him. it can't be the deal that's too good for any chopper company. his health? "are you feeling all right?"
"oh, fine, old sport, i'm fine."
ah, the smile was real that time and the voice as usual. then it has to be something to do with the choppers. "if i don't have your help, it will make things very difficult for me."
"yes, i know. me, i'd like to help you all i can."
ah, the smile vanished and the voice became serious again. why? and why the "me, i'd like to help" as though he would help but is forbidden to help by someone else. gavallan? could it be he knows that gavallan, because of struan's, wouldn't help us?
for a long time kasigi considered all manner of permutations but could not come up with a satisfactory answer. then he fell back on the one, almost infallible, ploy to use with a foreigner such as this one.
"my friend," he said, using his most sincere voice, "i know something's the matter, please tell me what it is?" seeing scragger's face become even more solemn, he added the coup de grace. "you can tell me, you can trust me, i really am your friend."
"yes... yes, i know that, mate."
kasigi watched scragger's face and waited, watched the fish wriggling on the hook that was held by a line so thin and so strong that stretched back to a
broken rotor blade, a handshake, shared danger aboard the rikamaru, shared war service, and common reverence for dead comrades. so many of us dead, so young. yes, he thought with a sudden anger, but if we'd had a tenth of their airplanes, their armaments and their ships and a twentieth part of their oil and raw materials we would have been invincible and the emperor would never have had to terminate the war as he did. we'd have been invincible but for the bomb, the two bombs. all gods torment for all eternity those who invented the bomb that broke his will that took preference over ours. "what is it?"
"i, er, can't tell you, just yet sorry."
danger signals went through kasigi. "why, my friend? i assure you, you can trust me," he said soothingly.
"yes... yes, but it's not just up to me. in al shargaz, tomorrow, bear with me, will you?"
"if it's that important, i should know now, shouldn't i?" again kasigi waited. he knew the value of waiting and of silence at a time like this. no need to remind the other man of the
"i owe you two." yet.
scragger was remembering. at bandar delam, kasigi saved my bloody neck and no doubt about that. aboard his ship at siri he proved he's got balls and today he's proved a good friend, he needn't've gone to all that trouble so fast, tomorrow or the next day wouldn't have mattered to him.
his eyes were scanning the instruments and the outside and he saw no dangers within or without, kish coming up soon to starboard and he glanced across at kasigi. kasigi was staring ahead, his strong, good- looking face set, frowning slightly. shit, old sport, if you don't perform, zataki's likely to go berserk! but you can't perform. you can't, old sport, and it's so hard to see you just sitting there, not reminding me wot i owe you. "kish, this is hst. abeam kish, steady at one thousand."
"kish. maintain one thousand. you have traffic due east at ten thousand."
"i have them in sight." they were two fighters. he pointed for kasigi who had not seem them. "they're f14s, probably out of bandar abbas," he said. kasigi did not reply, just nodded, and this made scragger feel worse. the minutes passed. droning onward.
then scragger decided, hating having to do it. "sorry," he said gruffly, "but you'll have to wait until al shargaz. andy gavallan can help, i can't."
"he can help? in what way? what's the trouble?"
after a pause scragger said, "if anyone can help, he can. let's leave it at that, cobber."
kasigi heard the finality but dismissed it and let the matter rest for a moment, his mind abuzz with fresh danger signals. that scragger had not fallen into his trap and told him the secret made him respect the man more. but that doesn't forgive him, he thought, his fury building. he's told me enough to
forewarn me, now it's up to me to find out the rest. so gavallan's the key? to what?
kasigi felt his head about to burst. haven't i promised that madman zataki we would be in business at once? how dare these men jeopardise our whole project our national project. without choppers we can't start! it's tantamount to treason against japan! what is it they're planning?
with a great effort he kept his face bland. "i'll certainly see gavallan as soon as possible, and let's hope you'll head up our new operation, eh?"
"whatever andy gavallan says, it's up to him."
don't be too sure, kasigi was thinking, because whatever happens i will have choppers, at once yours, guerney's, i don't care whose. but by my samurai ancestors, the iran-toda will not be put to further risk! it will not! nor will l!
tabriziat the khan's palace: 10:50 a.m. azadeh followed ahmed into the western-style room and over to the four-poster bed, and now that she was again within the walls she felt her skin crawling with fear. sitting near the bed was a nurse in a starched white uniform, a book half open in her lap, watching them curiously through her glasses. musty brocade curtains covered the windows against drafts. lights were dimmed. and the stench of an old man hung in the air.
the khan's eyes were closed, his face pasty and breathing strangled, his arm connected to a saline drip that stood beside the bed. half asleep in a chair nearby was aysha, curled up and tiny, her hair disheveled and her face tearstained. azadeh smiled at her tentatively, sorry for her, then said to the nurse in a voice not her own, "how is his highness, please?"
"fair. but he mustn't have any excitement, or be disturbed," the nurse said softly in hesitant turkish. azadeh looked at her and saw that she was european, in her fifties, dyed brown hair, a red cross on her sleeve.
"oh, you're english, or french?"
"scots," the woman replied in english with obvious relief, her accent slight.
she kept her voice down, watching the khan. "i'm sister bain from the tabriz hospital and the patient is doing as well as can be expected considering he will no' do as he's told. and who might you be, please?"
"i'm his daughter, azadeh. i've just arrived from tehran he sent for me. we've... we've traveled all night."
"ah, yes," she said, surprised that someone so beautiful could have been created by a man so ugly. "if i might suggest, lassie, it would be better to leave him sleeping. as soon as he wakes i'll tell him you're here and send for you. better he sleeps."
ahmed said irritably, "please, where's his highness's guard?"
"there's no need for armed men in a sickroom. i sent him away."
"there will always be a guard here unless the khan orders him out or i order him out." angrily ahmed turned and left.
azadeh said, "it's just a custom, sister."
"aye, very well. but that's another custom we can do without."
azadeh looked back at her father, hardly recognising him, trying to stop the terror that possessed her. even like that, she thought, even like that he can still destroy us, hakim and me he still has his running dog ahmed. "please, really, how is he?"
the lines on the nurse's face creased even more. "we're doing all we can."
"would it be better for him to be in tehran?"
"aye, if he has another stroke, yes, it would." sister bain took his pulse as she talked. "but i wouldna recommend moving him, not at all, not yet." she made a notation on a chart and then glanced at aysha. "you could tell the lady there's no need to stay, she should get some proper rest too, poor child."
"sorry, i may not interfere. sorry, but that's a custom too. is... is it likely he'll have another stroke?"
"you never know, lassie, that's up to god. we hope for the best." they looked around as the door opened. hakim stood there beaming. azadeh's eyes lit up and she said to the nurse, "please call me the instant his highness awakes," then hurried across the room, out into the corridor, closed the door, and hugged him. "oh, hakim, my darling, it's been such a long time," she said breathlessly. "oh, is it really true?"
"yes, yes, it is but how did..." hakim stopped, hearing footsteps. ahmed and a guard turned into the corridor and came up to them. "i'm glad you're back, ahmed," he said politely. "his highness will be happy too."
"thank you, highness. has anything happened in my absence?"
"no, except that colonel fazir came this morning to see father."
ahmed was chilled. "was he allowed in?"
"no. you left instructions no one was to be admitted without his highness's personal permission; he was asleep at the time and he's been asleep most of
