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The Trespass(36)

By:Scott Hunter


Kadesh’s voice escalated in volume, cutting into her amazement. “For that reason, we must be thorough in everything we do. We must apply rigour. If we slacken we shall fall. Failure will not be tolerated.”

“What is he saying?” Natasha whispered to Ruth. Ruth placed a finger over her lips. “Hush. We must not interrupt.”

Kadesh’s voice filled the space. “Yes, Ibrahim has achieved a measure of success. The transgressor’s diary is now in our possession. In it are pictures, records of the blasphemous and evil violation of the great boat.”

The silence in the chamber was now absolute. All eyes and ears were attentive to the leader. Ruth was fascinated. She had heard of the outsiders’ expedition to Noah’s great ship – and had longed to see it herself, because of what it had carried. Sometimes she dreamed of the solitary vessel, afloat upon a dead world with nothing but sea and sky surrounding it. In her mind she wandered amongst the animals, feeding them, caring for them, chatting with Noah’s sons and their wives. Shem, Ham and Japheth were her friends. She had known them in her visions for as long as she could remember. She made a mental note to describe them to Natasha.

“The boat was raided,” Kadesh was saying. “Many treasures were removed, including parts of the sacred staff of Noah. These were deciphered and our home was found, for the inscriptions tell of Ham’s journey into the dark land and how his people settled there. They revealed where the Korumak had settled. Here, where God has placed us away from prying Western eyes. Then the greatest violation of all took place.”

Murmurs of anger now reverberated through the chamber. Kadesh raised a hand and silence fell abruptly. He paused, then continued in a low, hoarse whisper. “While the diary remained in Western hands the threat to our security was always present. Always.”

At this point Kadesh looked to Ibrahim who, for the first time, Ruth observed, began to look puzzled. She wondered herself at Kadesh’s intent. The diary had been secured, so all was well. Or was it?

“Ibrahim has returned to us,” Kadesh repeated. “And his return will serve as an illustration for our benefit. He is going to teach us an important lesson.”

Ruth turned and looked nervously behind her to see if she could make a swift exit. Something was very wrong. She could sense it. She reached for Natasha’s hand and began to back away. The girl shot her a questioning look as the drums began again in a low, insistent rhythm. Ruth was pushing through the packed chamber now, regretting her decision to secure a position near the front. People jostled them disapprovingly as they passed, one woman even grabbing Ruth’s clothing to hinder her progress. She prayed that Kadesh would not notice the disruption.

“We are not secure,” he continued, his voice carrying authoritatively even to the far corners of the chamber, “because the diary was copied before our brother recovered it.” The last words were spoken in a whisper of judgement. Ruth’s heart was beating a tattoo in her chest; the hand that held tightly onto Natasha’s was slick with sweat. She was almost pulling the girl along behind her.

“Ibrahim will learn that we cannot tolerate mistakes.”

Ruth found the exit passage as the assembly’s confused mutterings gained in volume so that Kadesh was forced to raise his voice above the hubbub. Ruth stopped and turned, fixed to the spot in horrified fascination. She saw a glint of metal raised high, heard a moan escape from the crowd in a corporate exhalation of surprise and fear. She pulled Natasha into the tunnel’s protective shadow as Ibrahim’s screams rang out above the din in a high shriek of despair.





Natasha gave a little cry of pleasure and stepped forward to the water’s edge. “Careful now. It’s slippery.” Ruth steadied the child with her outstretched arm as she scrambled over the mossy stones. Water cascaded down the rock face from the opening high above into a wide, foaming pool, from where it began its final, secretive journey to join the great river. Natasha’s delighted eyes danced from the pool to the waterfall and back again. “I like it here!”

“Yes, but it’s dangerous too – wait – don’t step on that.” Ruth grabbed the girl’s arm again.

“Ow. You’re hurting.”

“Yes, but look.” Ruth pointed to the far edge of the pool where, masked by the spray, a dark void opened up as the rocky shelf dropped away.

“Ugh. A hole.”

“Yes, and you don’t want to go down there. It’s very deep.”

“Have you been down there?”

“I have not. It probably goes down a long way. No one goes in there.”