Justin Go - The Steady Running of the Hour

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In this mesmerizing debut, a young American discovers he may be heir to the unclaimed estate of an English World War I officer, which launches him on a quest across Europe to uncover the elusive truth.
Just after graduating college, Tristan Campbell receives a letter delivered by special courier to his apartment in San Francisco. It contains the phone number of a Mr. J.F. Prichard of Twyning Hooper, Solicitors, in London and news that could change Tristan's life forever.
In 1924, Prichard explains, an English alpinist named Ashley Walsingham died attempting to summit Mt. Everest, leaving his fortune to his former lover, Imogen Soames-Andersson. But the estate was never claimed. Information has recently surfaced suggesting Tristan may be the rightful heir, but unless he can find documented evidence, the fortune will be divided among charitable beneficiaries in less than two months.
In a breathless race from London archives to Somme battlefields to the Eastfjords of Iceland, Tristan pieces together the story of a forbidden affair set against the tumult of the First World War and the pioneer British expeditions to Mt. Everest. Following his instincts through a maze of frenzied research, Tristan soon becomes obsessed with the tragic lovers, and he crosses paths with a mysterious French girl named Mireille who suggests there is more to his quest than he realizes. Tristan must prove that he is related to Imogen to inherit Ashley's fortune but the more he learns about the couple, the stranger his journey becomes.
The Steady Running of the Hour

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Ashley sits down on a crumbling half-wall, his stomach churning. A few minutes later Somervell emerges from the monastery with a cheerful gait, his hands in his pockets, his scarf flapping wildly.

— Something disagrees with you?

Ashley glances up at Somervell.

— That wretched tea. I don’t mind the macaroni, but the stench of that rancid butter makes me sick. And I drank a whole cup, God knows why.

Somervell nods. — Perhaps you’d as well get it out.

Ashley unwinds his muffler, walking a few yards to a cluster of dusty rocks. He bends over and lets the tea come out of him onto the stones. He returns to his seat on the wall.

— Blast, Ashley says. Have you got a handkerchief? My last was nicked—

Somervell hands him a handkerchief and Ashley wipes his mouth.

— We ought to have given them handkerchiefs, Ashley says. More useful than brocade.

Somervell rests his hand on Ashley’s shoulder.

— Let me have a look at you. Your face has gone raw.

— No worse than anyone else’s.

— Doctor’s orders. Indulge me.

Reluctantly Ashley lifts his face to Somervell. His skin is broken and scaled, the color going from pink to red to white.

— Have you shown Hingston?

— No.

— Naughty boy. How does it feel?

Ashley coughs. — Perfect bliss.

— What have you been putting on it?

— The glacier cream. But it runs off in the sun.

— Use the Sechehaye. It’s a firmer compound. Been greasing your face at night?

— Yes sir.

Somervell leans back. — Fair enough. Keep it greased. And out of the sun when possible.

Ashley wraps his muffler around his throat. Somervell squints at him.

— Your voice is getting worse.

— Wasn’t any good to begin with.

— How’s that cough of yours?

— Not too bad.

— It sounds ghastly.

Ashley wipes his face again and folds the handkerchief neatly into a square.

— No worse than yours.

— My cough is wretched, Somervell says. But you’ve a precondition. Weren’t you wounded in the throat?

— That, Ashley says, was in the war. This is a climbing holiday.

— You may have frostbitten the lining of your throat. It could block up and strangle you. If the cough worsens, you must tell Hingston. The colonel too. It’s not only for your sake.

Somervell strokes his beard thoughtfully.

— You push yourself too hard, Walsingham. You’re very strong, but no one’s that strong. It’s none of my business, but you can’t forever be taking up someone else’s slack to impress the colonel, or trying to better Price at every turn. The weather this season has been appalling, and what’s worse is that we can’t predict it. Sometimes on Everest you simply must turn back. You and Price each make splendid climbing partners, but I worry what you might try together—

— It doesn’t matter, Ashley counters. Even if the colonel puts me in one of the summit parties, it wouldn’t be with Hugh.

— He’ll put you in. I believe you’ve won the colonel over. He thinks you’re mad, mind you, but he knows you’re damned fit and keen as mustard. I’d wager the first party will be the colonel and me with the gas, the second party you and Price without. We’re to be the capable pair, you two will be the irresistible force. Any idea what the immovable object is?

Somervell shakes his head.

— I don’t like this funny weather, he continues, it’s worse than ominous. We ought to have packed it in yesterday, but no one wants to sulk back to England as failures a third time. And no one wants to have to come here again. The colonel worries what the press will say, what the committee will say. Everyone expects us to triumph, though they don’t know a damned thing about it. Price needs to climb the mountain so he can do his lecture tours, and besides, he must get past Everest before it ruins him. So they need the summit. But I can’t see why you should risk your neck in the same way. Do you follow me?

— Certainly.

— Of course, you’ll do your duty and more, Somervell adds. All I’m saying is don’t let Hugh lead you further than you think you should go. Everest will always be here, she’s been here millions of years. This may not be the year. For God’s sake, it may not even be possible to climb her.

Ashley looks at Somervell. He extends the soiled cloth to him.

— Want your handkerchief back?

Somervell grins. — Clever fellow. Keep it.

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The British are seated on a bench, spectators to a troupe of writhing dancers. Ashley follows the huge grinning masks of the dancers with grim fascination, understanding nothing of the ritual. Noel runs his cine camera; Somervell takes notes of the percussive music on a sheaf of staff paper brought from England. The performance ends and Ashley and Price help Noel pack his camera equipment into cases. Noel puts his hands on Ashley’s and Price’s shoulders.

— There’s something I have to show you chaps.

Noel fetches the expedition’s interpreter and they follow an ancient lama through a series of windswept hallways. In a dark passage the lama halts along an inner wall and gestures. Noel kneels beside him.

— It’s new. Done since the last expedition.

The lama speaks to the British in a grave voice. Ashley squats beside the painting, making out the great pyramid of Everest, the plume of cloud and ice streaming past its pinnacle. A fallen white man lies below the peak, speared by some mysterious object. The figure is surrounded by demons and barking dogs, by lions and wild men. Ashley turns to the interpreter.

— What is he saying?

The interpreter clutches his dusty bowler hat. He translates in a tentative voice, barely audible over the animated words of the lama.

— The holy lama says you have come to violate the goddess mountain. But the mountain will destroy you.

The lama keeps speaking. The interpreter lowers his eyes into his hat.

— The holy lama says the mountain is very strong. She can take men as she pleases.

Ashley looks back at the fresco. The lions are painted the same color as the snow. The lama is waving at the image of the fallen European, his voice forceful.

— Go on, Ashley says.

— The mountain has forced you back before. She shall force you back again. The mountain can open her sides and swallow men. Against her you are powerless.

Price shakes his head. — They said the same thing last time.

Ashley looks at the lama. Only a few teeth remain in his mouth. His shoulder and arm are bare to the elements, the skin sooted from the smoke of dung fires. He stares back at Ashley without flinching.

— The holy lama asks you something. He asks why you suffer and let others suffer for this pointless thing.

Noel nods to the interpreter. — Tell him we’re on a pilgrimage. We’ve come to the world’s highest mountain to be closer to heaven. To be as close to heaven as we can in this life.

Noel comes to his feet grinning.

— Tell the lama I’m fasting and I’ve given up yak butter until we reach the summit. It’s my sacrifice for the pilgrimage.

The interpreter finishes translating. No one speaks. Suddenly the lama bows his head, a lone tooth emerging from his smile. He continues down the corridor, Noel and the interpreter following behind.

Price and Ashley linger beside the fresco, Price kneeling in the dirt. He drags a match tip against the rough wall, holding the flame against the mountain’s summit.

— It’s strange, Price says. The picture’s reversed.

Ashley nods and stands up.

— Probably the colonel wants us back—

Price runs the match along the painted ridge.

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