Gregory Roberts - The Mountain Shadow

‘Rannveig kicked me out of the ashram,’ Vinson said. ‘I found her, and I lost her again. She said I had to stay there with her for like another month. A whole month. My business would go to hell, man, if I did that. She didn’t get it. She kicked me out. Lucky I found these guys.’

They were drinking Ankit’s anaesthetic in cocktail glasses. Vinson was loading the bowl of a bong. The glass reservoir was shaped like a skull. A small mother-of-pearl snake emblem was swimming in it.

He offered it to me, but I deflected it to Karla.

‘If I’m gonna do that, and try Ankit’s famous cocktails,’ she said, waving it away, ‘I’ve gotta sit inside that car, guys.’

‘Sit here between us, Karla,’ Didier pleaded.

‘Come on, Lin,’ she asked me. ‘Where do you want to sit?’

‘I’m gonna wipe the bike down,’ I said, knowing that she’d find the limousine full of masculine lament finer entertainment than I would. ‘You go ahead, and I’ll join you guys later.’

She kissed me. Naveen got out of the car and held the door for her. She crawled into the front seat beside Didier, but backwards. She propped a cushion against the dashboard and sat comfortably, looking into the back of the car, her legs crossed on the seat.

Naveen gave me a smile as he got in the car, and shut the door. Randall switched on some flashing Jaswant survival store lights, and passed Karla one of Ankit’s cocktails. She raised the glass.

‘Gentlemen!’ She said. ‘To the Lost Love Bureau!’

‘The Lost Love Bureau!’ they shouted.

On cue, Oleg strolled into the alley, his perpetual smile struggling a little. He brightened when he saw the party in the car.

‘ Kruto! So glad to see you, Lin.’

‘Where have you been, man?’

‘Those girls,’ he said. ‘Those Divas. They wrung me out like a wrestler’s towel, man, then they threw me out. I’m feeling totally -’

‘ Razbit? ’ I offered.

‘ Razbit ,’ he repeated. ‘What’s the party about?’

‘It’s the annual meeting for lost lovers, and it started without you. Get in there, man.’

They shouted and hooted and dragged Oleg into the lounge in the back, where he lounged beside Randall, cocktail in hand.

Waiting for my love, I walked to my bike, parked near the best exit from the alleyway. I took cleaning rags from under the seat, and wiped her down tenderly.

While Karla roared and Didier shrieked with laughter, I talked to my bike and reassured her that she wasn’t alone.

I was worried about Madame Zhou. I didn’t know her well enough to know if she loved the twins, or loved anything at all. But she’d been inseparable from them for many years. She was already deranged, and prone to revenge. I wanted to know if she was angry and defeated, or just angry.

And the shadow that she seemed to prefer materialising from, every now and then, was the shadow in the archway under our hotel, where Karla was having so much fun.

Dawn was an hour away, and that sacred sun would sear the vampire, I hoped. I sat on the polished bike and smoked a joint, watching both entrances to the alley, and turning at every footstep, or sound of a vehicle.

Some thinking and worrying time later, the front door of the car laughed open. A tipsy Naveen shuffled out of the car, holding the door with exaggerated chivalry.

Karla stepped out quickly, and strolled to join me, doing very good languid.

Naveen called farewell, and the boys in the stretch-bed car shouted goodnight. Randall lowered the shutters on the windows of the car, preparing for daybreak.

‘Do you mind if we sit here, until dawn is up and running?’ I asked.

‘Not at all,’ she said, sitting beside me on the bike. ‘You’re on guard duty, aren’t you?’

‘Madame Zhou gives me the creeps. And she was attached to those twins.’

‘She’ll get hers,’ she said. ‘She already got some, from Blue Hijab. Karma’s a hammer, not a feather.’

‘I love you,’ I said, watching dawn’s pale shadows light her face, wanting to kiss her, but enjoying the thought of it so much that I didn’t kiss her. ‘How was it in the car?’

‘Damn good,’ she said. ‘I’ve got so much stuff to work with, in the next aphorism contest. It was like an acupuncture map of male insecurity.’

‘Give me one,’ I said.

‘No way,’ she laughed. ‘It’s not refined yet.’

‘Just one,’ I begged.

‘No.’

‘Just one,’ I double-begged.

‘Okay, okay,’ she surrendered. ‘Here’s one. Men are wishes wrapped in secrets, and women are secrets wrapped in wishes.’

‘Damn nice.’

‘You like it?’

‘I do.’

‘It was fun seeing the men unwrapped, so to speak. It was Didier, of course. None of them would’ve been so open, without him letting them do it.’

‘Did you tell Ankit about Blue Hijab?’

‘Yeah,’ she smiled. ‘I managed to slip it into the general consternation. He took it well.’

‘Good.’

‘And I offered him a job. He took that well, too.’

‘Smart man. And fast work, on your part. What else do you do fast, Karla Madame?’

The morning was awake enough to leave the boys to themselves, and I wanted to go back to the tent. I took a step to walk us away, but Karla stopped me.

‘Will you do something with me?’ she asked.

‘Now you’re talking,’ I smiled. ‘That’s just what I had in mind.’

‘No,’ she said. ‘I mean, will you go somewhere with me?’

‘Is it upstairs, to your tent?’

‘After the tent.’

‘Sure,’ I laughed, just as laughter cackled from the men in the darkened limousine. ‘But only if you stop stealing my characters.’

‘Your characters?’

‘Ankit, and Randall, and Naveen,’ I smiled, knowing that she’d understand.

She laughed.

‘ You’re one of my characters,’ she said. ‘And don’t ever forget it.’

‘Well, since you’re writing it, where do I want to go with you?’

‘To the mountain,’ she said. ‘To see Idriss.’

‘Great,’ I said. ‘We can make a long weekend of it.’

‘I was thinking longer than that,’ she said.

‘How much longer?’

‘Until the rain starts,’ she said softly. ‘And maybe until it stops.’

Two months?

It wasn’t a simple thing: not when your business is black.

There was a kid I knew, a young soldier named Jagat, who’d fallen through the cracks in Vishnu’s purge: he was a Hindu who didn’t agree with throwing Muslims out simply because of their religion. Vishnu couldn’t hurt him, because he was a Hindu, but he threw him out with the Muslims.

The kid was capable, still on talking terms with the 307 Company, and could keep the money changers in line if I stepped away.

It was possible to take a break, and possible that young Jagat, the Ronin cut off from his Company, could keep the business running for me.

It was also possible that I’d return from such a long break to the ruin of all I had, and the young Ronin dead, or gone.

‘Sure,’ I said. ‘I’ll go anywhere with you, Karla. I can get away that long, but can you?’

‘I signed Ranjit’s proxy shares over to his unfavourite sister,’ she said, taking my arm as we walked back to the stairway. ‘I gave Taj and the gallery committee my shares in the gallery. I signed over everything I might inherit from Ranjit, after probate, to his unfavourite brother. He was the one who bribed Ranjit’s chauffeur to put the fake bomb in Ranjit’s car. It seemed fitting.’

‘Washing Ranjit’s liquid assets out of your hair.’

‘I kept some liquid,’ she said, ‘to rebaptise myself, from time to time.’