Don Pendleton - Trial By Fire

Obua licked his lips. It had been some time since he had eaten the long pig done right. The pilot had been crucified and burned with gasoline. It had made his poor flesh a tough and acrid meal. Obua thought about the copilot a day and night in the ground with his juices running. That would be toothsome, meat-falling-off-the-bone fare. “As you say, Mama.”

“I want the little one. The girl.”

Segawa smiled. “And she shall be delivered to you, Mama.”

“Blue-eyed devil woman die in my fire and be our bread.”

Obua gave Segawa an alarmed look. The army leader put his hand on Mama Waldi’s shoulder. “Not before Brother Obua and the brethren have shown her paradise.”

Mama Waldi exposed her pointed teeth. “Then they shall know her flesh in sin and then partake of her flesh as the bread of forgiveness.”

“You are wise, Mama.” Segawa to where Obua had pointed. Four of the men were busily disinterring the copilot’s body with their machetes. “They bury him, brother? Knowing what we would do? Why would they waste the time?”

Obua shrugged. “They are Americans, pale, poor-relation Christians. They are…sentimental.”

“Where do you find them now, brother?”

“They make no effort to hide their tracks. They make for the mountains. They make for the Ugandan border.”

“Zion,” Mama Waldi intoned.

Segawa and Obua spoke in unison. “Holy Zion, the promised land.” Obua stared up into the misty mountaintops. “Someone has given them backbone. Given them courage.”

“These our mountains. These our forests.” Segawa looked at the trail their quarry had left. “They cannot outrun us.”

Mama Waldi gazed westward. “I wonder if the white children will turn and fight?”

A huge door-slamming sound answered the witch doctor’s question. Birds erupted out of the trees and monkeys screamed as pale orange fire pulsed at the gravesite. The men digging screamed and disappeared in white streamers of burning particulate. Fire crawled up the trees ringing the glade in a burn that moisture would not stop. Only one of the four diggers came out of the smoking curtain. Vusi was barely recognizable as a man. He screamed and flailed at the white phosphorus covering his body in swathes and burning his flesh to the bone.

Segawa drew his panga. He took a skipping run forward and wheeled his chopper like a bowler about to pitch a cricket ball. Vusi fell to his knees shrieking and burning. Segawa swung, and Vusi’s head flew from his shoulders. His body slumped bonelessly, and his head tumbled down the slope.

Kayizi broke out of the underbrush. He had taken a wide berth around the white phosphorus. He took one glance at Vusi’s decapitated corpse and got on with his message. “Caesar! Caesar!”

Segawa took a look at his panga. One of Vusi’s vertebrae had turned the edge of his weapon. Kayizi was one of the youngest of God’s Army. Segawa had turned him into a warrior. Mama Waldi had turned him into a man. Obua had turned him into a tracker. The young man could scent a shadow on a cloudy day. He was one of the most fanatic of the brethren. “Brother Kayizi.”

“The trail is clear, Caesar! Ten continue towards the mountain!”

“You count ten, brother?”

“With the pilot and copilot dead? I see all eight cadets, the flight attendant and the commando who leads them! They burn for the Ugandan border!”

Mama Waldi came to stand beside her man. “The American. The commando.”

“Yes, Mama.”

Mama Waldi’s black eyes narrowed. “You would think, a grenade on a body, a playground trick, one we have used ourselves many times.”

Segawa nodded. “Yes, Mama. We have.”

“Yet we fell for this trick, because we have pulled up their dead before.”

Segawa nodded once more. “Yes, Mama.”

“The American,” Obua scowled. “He reads us, he reads our ways and he has turned to fight.”

Mama Waldi ran a disturbingly large tongue over her filed teeth. “Good.”

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