David Gibbins - The Tiger warrior

“Do we say hello?” Costas rubbed his mitts together against the cold, and shoved them in his fleece. “I like the look of that fire.”

Jack shook his head. “Rahid said not to. When the miners come up here they use dynamite, and some of the people who’ve been attracted to work for them also work for the Taliban during the off-season when the miners have gone, making IEDs. That’s probably what they’re doing here now. It’s too cold for mining and there are crops to harvest in the valleys. The Taliban like having their bombmakers up here because if something goes wrong, if there’s an accident, nobody knows or cares. The bombs are mostly carried out to be used in Kabul and the south, but the Taliban in Feyzabad have recently put a bounty on killing westerners and these people up here might be tempted to use one on us. They have no land, no other income. And for desperate people, suicide bombing has become an easy route to paradise. We need to be careful.”

“Won’t they see our weapons?” Costas said.

“Everyone carries guns out here,” Katya said. “They’ll probably think we’re prospectors. Others have come up here before.”

“Including the one who’s after us.”

“He’ll be invisible,” Katya said. “He’s a sniper. That man and the boy will have seen us by now, but not him.”

“Let’s take a look again at that passage in Wood’s account,” Costas said. “We need to get our bearings and keep moving.” His teeth were chattering, and Pradesh passed over the thermos of tea he had made beside the jeep. Costas gratefully took it, unscrewing the top. While he poured himself a cup, Jack took out Source of the River Oxus and read out a marked page:

“Where the deposit of lapis lazuli occurs, the valley of the Kokcha is about 200 yards wide. On both sides the mountains are high and naked. The entrance to the mines is in the face of the mountain, on the right bank of the stream, and about 1500 feet above its level. The formation is of black and white limestone, unstratified, though plentifully veined with lines. The summit of the mountains is rugged, and their sides destitute of soil or vegetation. The path by which the mines are approached is steep and dangerous”

Costas finished his tea and passed the thermos back to Pradesh, peering at the route ahead. “Steep and dangerous,” he muttered. “You can say that again.”

“You can see some of the mineshaft entrances along the slope ahead of us, on our side of the valley,” Katya said. Jack slung his rifle and stood up. He felt the cold now, touching his core. This place had stark beauty, but also raw danger. A place that gave no quarter. He climbed up beside Katya on the rock, and followed her gaze. Above the mine tailings he could see the entrances to the shafts, at least half a dozen of them, black holes in the rock. Somewhere higher up were the ones they sought, three of them close to the ridge. “If Howard and Wauchope came here, they would have had no idea which shaft contained what they were seeking.”

“You mean the jewel,” Costas said. “The lapis lazuli one.”

Jack nodded. “The only clue we know they had was the inscription from the jungle shrine, implying that Licinius had hidden his treasure somewhere up here in the mines, on his way south from the Silk Road toward India. Howard and Wauchope could have been here for days, searching all of the mine shafts. We should appear to do what they did. We don’t want to give any clue that we know where we’re going. If this is who Katya thinks it is and he’s got his rifle with him, a beeline straight up to the shaft at the top identified by Rahid may be the last trek any of us takes.”

“So what happens if he does rumble us?” Costas said. “He’s not going to let us walk away from here.”

Jack climbed off the rock. “Altamaty came up here once when he was a captive of Rahid, and remembers a couple of sangars made by the mujahideen, crude revetments of piled stone used as protection against air attack. Pradesh and I discussed this on the way up here. He’s going to find one of them, and set himself up with his rifle. The sangars are about midway up the slope. Below that are the main shafts, the ones that are still mined. Katya and Altamaty, I suggest you explore those. Costas and I are going to climb above Pradesh, looking for those three upper shafts. Our sniper will be somewhere on the opposite side of the valley, with the best field of fire for the entire slope. If we split up, Altamaty and Katya below, Pradesh in the middle, and Costas and me above, then it divides his attention. He doesn’t know yet which one is his target, and he can’t concentrate on who may be targeting him. If he is here, he’s seen us and knows that two of us have rifles.”

Costas turned to Jack. “So what exactly are we looking for?”

“Rahid said it’s up there. He seemed to know what I was after.”

“Any detail? Like a treasure map?”

“He told me what I needed to know. All he said was that it’s in the central cave. He went in there as a boy. Nobody else goes there. They think it’s spooked.”

“Oh, great.” Costas paused. “If he found the jewel, wouldn’t he have taken it? Or given us more detail, like told us where in the mineshaft to look?”

“He told me what I needed to know,” Jack repeated. “I trust him.”

“You think there’s something else up there.”

Katya spoke quietly. “This isn’t just about what we find. This is about Shang Yong. He thinks we’re on the trail of the jewel taken by Licinius, that we’re going to lead him to it. That’s what the sniper wants to see. For years they thought the jewel was hidden in the jungle, ever since John Howard’s lecture in London when the story of the tomb reached the Brotherhood. And now they’re on the same trail as us, following the same clues. Even if they didn’t torture the knowledge out of my uncle before he died, they may have seen the inscription themselves, that word sappheiros, lapis lazuli. And this is where it ends. The tiger warrior kills us, or we kill him. If we succeed, Shang Yong’s power is broken. He only exerts power over the Brotherhood by force and intimidation. Without his henchman, the Brotherhood will rise against him, confront the corruption within. They will once again protect the eternity of the First Emperor, of Shihuangdi!’

“And if we walk away now?” Costas said.

“Then there will be another confrontation, and the odds against us will be even greater. If we let Shang Yong believe he has won, then his world will seem inviolable. For him, the celestial jewel is a state of mind. This is what my uncle feared the most. In Shang Yong’s re-creation of the First Emperor’s tomb, in his fantasy projection of the heavens, he’s halfway to believing that the jewel is already there, in its rightful place above him, giving him the immortality he craves. If we give up on the quest, then the delusion may become complete. We need him to believe that the jewel could still be found, to maintain the small doubt, the part of him still left that knows that what he has created is an illusion. We need to keep that door open. If he becomes locked inside his delusion, then the world becomes a much more frightening place. It will truly seem as if Shihuangdi has reawakened, and that is something we must do everything in our power to prevent. There is much more at stake here than an ancient lost jewel.”

Jack’s eyes were like steel. He glanced at Katya, then up the valley. He slung his rifle and looked at his watch. “We’ve only got three hours of daylight left. Let’s move.”

An hour later, Jack and Costas sat back against the rocky scree slope not far from the summit of the ridge, having followed a treacherous path up over ridges and sheer faces of fragile rock. They were high now, over twelve thousand feet, and Jack exhaled through his nose to equalize his ears. All the time they had been conscious that they were being watched, possibly through the sights of a rifle, but they had worked on the assumption that they would only become targets once they had shown some evidence of reaching the end of their search. They were less than a hundred meters below the three mineshaft entrances that Rahid had told Jack to find. They dropped down into a gully formed by a bank of rocky mine tailings, concealing them from the opposite slope of the valley. Jack knelt down on the shingly rock and worked his way to the edge, the rifle beside him. He could see Pradesh in a depression in the shingle about a hundred and fifty meters below, his rifle positioned beside a rock. Somewhere far below were Katya and Altamaty, exploring the line of shaft entrances closer to the valley floor.