Текст книги "Elephant Song"

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He has resisted with a blind intransigence.  Yes.  He was stubborn, Daniel agreed.  But I liked him.  Oh, yes, he was a lovable old codger, Harrison agreed.  But that is no longer relevant.  The country is ripe and ready for development and, on behalf of an international consortium of which BOSS is the leading member, I have negotiated the concession to undertake a major part of this development.  Doesn't sound as though you need me, then.  I wish it were as easy as that.

Harrison shook his head.  We are being overtaken by the wave of hysteria that is sweeping the world.  It is a psychological law that every mass popular movement is hi-jacked by fanatics and pushed beyond the dictates of reason and common sense.  The pendulum of public feeling always swings too far in each direction.  You are running into opposition to your plans to develop the natural resources of Ubomo.  Is that what you are trying to tell me, Tug?  Harrison cocked his head on one side.  He looked like an eagle when he did that, a great bald-headed bird of prey. You are direct, young man, but I should have expected that.  He sat down behind his desk and picked up an ivory-handled duelling pistol which he used as a paper weight.  He spun it on his forefinger and the gold inlay on the barrel sparkled like a Catherine-wheel.  There was a female scientist working in Ubomo during Omeru's presidency, he went on at last.  She and the old man had a close relationship and he gave her all sorts of special privileges that he denied other journalists and researchers.  She published a book on the forest-dwellers of Ubomo.  You and I would call them pygmies, although that term is unfashionable in today's climate.  The title was.

. . Harrison paused to think, and Daniel intervened.  The title was The People of the Tall Trees.

Yes, I have read the book.  The author's name is Kelly Kinnear.  Have you met her?

Harrison demanded.  No.  Daniel shook his head.  But I would like to.

She writes well.  Her style reminds me of Rachel Carson.  She is a-'She is a trouble-maker, Harrison cut in bluntly.  She is a shit-stirrer. The coarse term seemed uncharacteristic of him.  You'll have to explain that to me.  Daniel kept his voice even and his expression neutral.  He didn't want to declare his sentiments until he had heard Harrison out. When he came to power, President Taffari sent for this woman.  She was working in the forest at the time.  He explained to her his plans for the advancement and development of the country, and asked for her support and her assistance.  The meeting was not a success.  Kelly Kinnear had some misguided sense of loyalty to old President Omeru and she resisted President Taffari's overtures of friendship.  She is entitled to her views, of course, but then she began a campaign of agitation within Ubomo's borders.  She accused Taffari of violations of human rights.  She also accused him of planning to rape the country's natural resources by uncontrolled exploitation.  Harrison throw up those powerful scarred hands.  In fact she went into female hysterics and attacked the new government in every way she was able.  There was no logic nor reason nor even factual basis for these attacks.  Taffari had no alternative but to send her packing.

He chucked her out of Ubomo.

She is, as you probably know, a British subject, and she ended up back here in the UK.  However, she had not learned her lesson and she continues her campaign against the government of Ubomo.  BOSS has nothing to fear from someone like that, surely?  Daniel probed gently, and Harrison looked across at him sharply, searching for traces of irony in the question.  Then he transferred his attention back to the duelling pistol in his right hand.  Unfortunately, the woman has built up a foundation of influence on the strength of her writings.  She is articulate and, he hesitated, and personable.  She manages to hide her fanaticism under a cloak of reasoned logic which is, needless to say, based on false assumptions and distorted facts.  She has managed to recruit the support of the Green Party in this country and on the Continent.  You are right, BOSS has nothing to fear from such an obvious charlatan, but she is a nuisance.  She looks good on television.  Now she has come to know of our interest in Ubomo and the plans that our consortium has to develop the area.  She and her supporters are making a great deal of noise.

You might have seen that piece in the Guardian recently?  No.  Daniel shook his head.  I don't read the Guardian, and I've been pretty busy recently.  I'm a little out of touch.  Well, take my word for it then, it is making life just a trifle uncomfortable for me.  I have shareholders to answer to and an annual general meeting coming up.

Now, I've just learned that this woman has acquired a small block of shares in BOSS, which gives her the right to attend the AGM and to speak.  You can be certain she will have the radical press and a bunch of those lunatics from "Friends of the Earth" there with her,, she will make a circus of the occasion.  an awkward, Tug.  Daniel nodded, stifling his smile.  How can I help you?  Your influence in public and scientific circles is far greater than Kelly Kinnear's.  I have spoken to many people in various disciplines and diverse walks of life about you.  You are well respected your views on Africa are taken seriously.

What I propose is that you go to Ubomo and make a documentary that sets out the true facts and examines the issues that this Kinnear woman has raised.  It would blow her away like a puff of smoke.  Television is a much more powerful medium than the printed word, and I could guarantee you maximum exposure.

BOSS owns extensive media interests .

Daniel listened to him with rising incredulity.  It was like listening to a client propositioning a prostitute for the performance of a particularly lurid perversion.  He felt the urge to laugh with outrage, to reject violently this insult to his integrity.  This man truly believed that he was for sale.  it took an effort for him to sit still and listen expressionlessly.  Of course, I could also guarantee that you would receive the whole-hearted cooperation of President Taffari and his government.

They would provide everything that you require.  You need only ask and there would be military transport, helicopters, lake patrol boats, at your disposal.  You could go anywhere, even into the closed area of the forest reservations.  You could speak to anybody.  . To political prisoners?  Daniel could not help himself.  It slipped out.  Political prisoners?  Harrison repeated.  What the Hell would you want to speak to politicals for?  This will be a documentary on the environment and the develoPment of a backward society.  Just suppose I did want to talk to political detainees, Daniel insisted.  Look here, young man.

Taffari is a progressive leader, one of the few honest and committed leaders on the continent.  I don't think he is holding any political prisoners.  It isn't his style.  What happened to Omeru?  Daniel asked, leaning forward intently, and Harrison laid the duelling pistol on the blotter in front of him.  its barrels were pointing at Daniel's chest.

Do I detect hostility towards the Ubomo government?  He asked softly.

Towards my proposition?  No, Daniel denied it.  I just have to know what I'm getting myself into.  I'm a businessman, like you, Tug.  I want the hard facts, not the hard sell.  You understand that.  I'm sure you'd want the same, if you were in my position.  If I'm going to put my name to something, I must know what it is.  All right.  Harrison relaxed.  He understood that explanation.  Omeru was an obstinate old man.  Taffari had no option but to hold him incommunicado during the transition period.  He was under house-arrest, being treated well.  He had access to his lawyers and his doctor when he died of a heart attack.  Taffari has not announced his death yet.  It would seem to point in undesirable directions.  Like summary execution without trial, Daniel suggested.  He felt a pang of mourning for the old president.

It might look like that, Harrison agreed, although I am assured by Taffari, and I have every reason to believe him that it was not the case.  All right, I accept your assurance on that point, Daniel said.

Now what about the costs of this production?  it wouldn't be cheap.

Off the top of my head, I would estimate.  the cost at a couple of million.  I take it that you would want a first-rate job.

Who pays for that?  BOSS?  That would be a little obvious, Harrison demurred.  It would reduce the stature of your production to a simple piece of company propaganda.  No, I would arrange outside finance.

The money would come through a far eastern company.  Although it is a member of the consortium, it is not openly associated with BOSS at this stage.  They own a film company in Hong Kong which we would use as a front.  What is the name of the parent company?  And where is it based?

Daniel asked.  He felt the first tiny premonition, that sense of predestination that had disturbed him before.  The parent company is Taiwanese, not well known but very rich, very powerful.  First-class people to deal with, I assure you, but of course, I won I'd personally underwrite any contract that you have with them.  What is the company's name?  It's a rather flamboyant name, but typically Chinese.  The Lucky Dragon Company.  Daniel stared at him, unable to speak for a moment.

In some strange fashion Ning Cheng Gong's destiny had been linked with his by the murder of Johnny Nzou.  He knew that it had to be played out to the very end.  Is something worrying you, Danny?

Harrison looked concerned and Daniel realised that he had allowed his agitation to show.  No.  I was just considering your proposal.  On principle I accept the assignment.  He took a grip on himself.  Subject to contract, of course.  There would be many items to negotiate.  I would want a percentage of the total gross, an agreed advertising budget, choice of my own crew, especially the cameraman, and I'd want final cut.  I am sure we'll be able to come together on the details.

Harrison smiled, and with one finger rotated the duelling pistol until the barrels were no longer pointed at Daniel's chest.  Ask your agent to call me as soon as she can.  And now I think the sun is definitely over the yard-arm.  We can drink to our arrangement in something a little more substantial than Darjeeling.  Look here, Bonny, it would be much easier if you had an agent, Daniel told her seriously.

I don't enjoy haggling with you.  I believe an artist's job is to be creative, not to waste talent examining the fine print in a contract.

You've been honest with me.

I'll be frank with you, Danny.  I don't like shelling out twenty percent of my hard-corned gelt to a middleman.  Besides which, I don't agree with you.  Writing a contract of employment can be as creatively satisfying as painting a picture or setting up a camera angle.  She kicked off her shoes.  Her bare feet were strong and shapely as her hands.  She twisted her long denim-clad legs under her and settled back on his buttoned leather sofa.  Let's talk business.  Okay, let's do it, he capitulated.  On principle I won't pay a crew by the hour, and I don't recognize overtime.  We work whenever there is work to do, and for as long as it takes.

We go wherever I say, and we live off the land.  No five-star accommodation.  That sounds to me like two thousand a week, she said sweetly.  Dollars?  This isn't New York, brother Dan.  It's London.

Pounds.  That's stiff.  I don't get anywhere near that myself, he protested.  No, but you probably get twenty percent of the gross, whereas I will have to be content with a lousy five percent.  Five percent of the gross on top of two thousand a week.  Daniel looked horrified.  You have to be joking.  If I were joking, I'd be smiling, wouldn't never given a cut to a cameraman, forgive me, a camera person before.  Once you get used to the idea, you won't find it unbearably painful.  I tell you what, let's call it twelve hundred a week, and forget about any percentage.  The acoustics are terrible in here.  I can't believe what I thought I just heard.  I mean, you wouldn't want to insult me, would you, Danny boy?  Would you do me a favour, Miss Mahon?

Would you do up the top button of your shirt while we talk?  The upper part of her chest was freckled like her face.  It showed in the deep ! of her open neck, but below a clear line where the sun had not stained it, her skin was as white as buttermilk.  Under the thin cotton shirt her breasts, unfettered by any brassiEre, were tight and firm.

She glanced down into her deep cleavage.  Is there something wrong with them?  She grinned slyly.  No.  Nothing at all.  That's what I'm complaining about.  She closed the button.  Did I hear you say seventeen-fifty and four percent?  she asked.  You are right.  There is something wrong with the acoustics, he agreed.  I said fifteen hundred and one and a half percent.  Two percent, she wheedled him, and when he sighed and agreed, she added craftily, And a hundred a day location allowance.  it took them almost three hours to hammer out the terms of her employment and at the end he found his liking for her tempered by respect.  She was a hard lassie.  Do we need a letter of intent?  he asked.  Or will a handshake do?  A handshake will do fine, she answered.

As long as I have a letter of intent to back it up.  He went through to his office and tapped out a draft of their agreement on his word-processor, and called her through to check the text on the screen.

She stood behind him and leaned over his shoulder to read it.  One of her breasts pressed taut and weightily on his shoulder.  It was warm as a tsama melon that had lain in the desert under the Kalahari sun.  You didn't put in the bit about first-class air tickets, she pointed out.

And the salary to commence from date of signature.  The smell of her skin that he had noticed on their first meeting was more pronounced.

He inhaled it with pleasure.  It reminded him forcefully that he had been celibate for almost a year.  Good boy, she complimented him as he made the alterations she requested.  That will do very nicely indeed.

The timbre of her voice had altered, it was softer and more resonant.

There was also a subtle change in the odour of her body as well.  He recognised the heady musk of female arousal; she was pumping the air full of pheromones which put his own hormones on red alert.

He was having difficulty concentrating as he ran off four copies of the agreement, one for each of them and another each for Eina and BOSS's legal department.

Bonny reached over him to sign all four copies, and now she pressed herself against his back and her breath was hot on his cheek.  She handed the pen to him and he signed below her.  Handshake?

He asked, and offered his open right hand.  She ignored it, and instead reached over his shoulder and unbuttoned his shirt.  She ran her hand down inside it.  I can-think of something more binding than a plain little old handshake, she whispered, and pinched his nipple between her fingernails.  He gasped; it was more pleasure than pain.

Danny boy, you and I are going to be alone in the jungle for six months or so.  I'm a girl of healthy appetites.  It's going to happen sooner or later.  It might as well be sooner.  It would be Hell if we waited until we got out there and then found that we didn't like it. Don't you agree? Your lo ic is irrefutable, he laughed, but it was shaky and rough.  She took a pinch of his chest curls and used it as a goad to force him to his feet.

Where's the bedroom?  We might as well be comfortable.  Follow me.

He took her by the hand and led her to the door.

Standing in the centre of the bedroom floor she stepped back when he tried to embrace her.  No, she said.  Don't touch me.

Not yet.  I want to draw it out until it's unbearable.  She stood facing him, an arm's length between them.  Do what I do, she ordered, and began to unbutton her shirt.

Her nipples were tiny, like miniature rosebuds, carved from pale pink coral.  You're as hairy and muscular as a grizzly bear.  It gives me goose bumps, she said, and he saw her nipples rise into rosy points.

The colour darkened and the skin surrounding them puckered.  His own flesh responded even more dramatically, and she stared at him shamelessly and chuckled as she unbuckled her own belt.

Her jeans were tight and she wriggled and squirmed to get them down.

Exodus, he said, chapter three.  That's not original.  She glanced down at herself complacently.  I've had the quotation applied to myself before, the burning bush.  She combed her fingernails lingeringly through the thick mop of flaming curls at the base of her flat white belly.  It was so crisp and dense that it rustled.  It was one of the most excruciatingly erotic gestures he had ever watched.  Come on, she encouraged him.  You're falling behind.

He dropped his own trousers around his ankles.  Who have we here?

She studied him frankly.  Standing to attention and positively aching to sacrifice himself in the burning bush?  And she reached out to capture him expertly.  Come along, my little mannikin, she murmured throatily, grinning that sly tomboy grin and led him to bed.

BOSS's head office was at Blackfriars in the City, just opposite the pub that stood on the site of the old monastery that gave the area its name.

Daniel and Bonny came out of the entrance of the tube station and paused to stare at the building.  Shit!  said Bonny sweetly.  It's imperial Roman rococo, with just a touch of Barnum and Bailey.  BOSS House made the Unilever building down the street look insubstantial.

For each of Unilever's Greek columns it had four, for each of Unilever's statues of the Olympian gods, it had a dozen.  Where Unilever had used granite, BOSS had built in marble.  If I'd seen this first I'd have held out for five thousand a week.  Bonny squeezed his arm.  I think I've been done in more ways than one.  They climbed the steps to the main entrance, while the statues of the gods frowned down at them from the pediment, and went in through the revolving glass doors.  The floor of the entrance lobby was in a chessboard pattern of black and white marble.  The roof was vaulted and gilded, with panels in the rococo style depicting either the Last judgement or the Ten Commandments.  It wasn't easy to tell which, but there was a great deal of action in progress between the nymphs and cherubs and seraphim.

Bless us, Father, for we have sinned.  Bonny rolled her eyes at the ceiling cheerfully.

Yes, but wasn't it fun!  Daniel murmured.

The senior public relations officer was waiting for them at the reception counter.  He wore a dark three-piece suit and projected the BOSS image of the young executive.  Hello, I'm Pickering, he greeted them.  You must be Doctor Armstrong and Miss Mahon.  He took Bonny's hand and eyed her quickly from the top of her flaming coiffure to her cowboy boots, clearly torn between disapproval of her denims and beaded leather waistcoat and hearty approval of her bosom.  I'm supposed to set up a Ubomo briefing for you.  Fine.  Let's get on with it then.

Daniel managed to divert his attention from Bonny's cleavage, and Pickering led them up the sweeping opera house staircase, giving them his tourist-guide patter as they went.

He pointed out the mirrored panels.  French, of course, from Versailles after the Revolution.  And those two are Gainsboroughs; the tapestry is Aubusson; that's a Constable.  . . They left behind them the splendours of the public rooms and plunged into labyrinthine corridors in the upper rear of the building, passing scores of tiny offices divided by prefabricated partitions in which the BOSS battalions laboured under the humming air-conditioning units.  Very few people raised their heads as the three of them passed.  Cattle.  Bonny nudged Daniel.  How can they stand life in this abattoir of the spirit?"

Eventually Pickering ushered them into a conference room.

Clearly it was the venue of the lower and middle-ranking executives.

The floors were covered with industrial stud-rubber tiles and the partition walls displayed charts of the company's administrative Organization and departmental structures.  The furniture was laminate and chrome, with plastic upholstery.

Daniel smiled as he imagined how this room would probably contrast with the magnificence of the main boardroom that must be situated somewhere in the front of the building, close to Tug Harrison's personal office.

There were four men waiting for them, clustered around the table of snacks and refreshments in the corner.  Pickering introduced them.

This is George Anderson, one of our senior geologists; he is in charge of the Ubomo mineral developments.  This is his assistant Jeff Aitkens.

And this is Sidney Green who coordinates the timber and fishing concessions in Ubomo, and this is Neville Lawrence from our legal section.  He will also be able to answer any questions you may have on the financial projections.

Now, may I offer you a sherry?  Bonny Mahon's presence did more than the cheap sherry to relax the atmosphere.

Pickering allowed them ten minutes, then he shepherded them to their plastic-covered chairs at the imitation-walnutveneered conference table.

Well, now.  I'm not going to stand too much on ceremony here.  This is enfamille.  My instructions are that this is to be a totally frank and open briefing.  You must feel free, Doctor Armstrong, to ask whatever questions occur to you, and we will try our best to answer them.  First of all just let me say how delighted and excited we are that BOSS is to be associated with this enormous project to uplift the Ubomo economy and to develop the rich natural resources of that beautiful little country for the good of all its citizens.  He allowed himself a sanctimonious smirk and then adopted a more businesslike tone.  BOSS's concessions fall into four categories.  Firstly, there are the mining and mineral deposits.  Secondly, the timber and agricultural developments.  Thirdly, the fishing and aquaculture projects, and lastly, the hotel, casino and tourist industry.  We hope that the development of all these resources will eventually lead to Ubomo becoming one of the most prosperous little countries on the African continent.  Before I ask our experts to discuss the economic potential of Ubomo in detail, I'm going to give you some background figures and facts.  Let's put the map of Ubomo up on the screen.

Pickering turned to the console of the audio-visual equipment and adjusted the overhead lighting.  All right.  Here we go.  The map of Ubomo appeared on the screen on the end wall.  The People's Democratic Republic of Ubomo, he intoned, is situated between Lakes Albert and Edward on the escarpment of the Great Rift Valley in eastern central Africa.  It is-bounded on the west by Zaire, the former Belgian Congo, and on the east by Uganda .  . . Pickering pointed out the boundaries and the main features.  The capital, Kabati, lies on the lakeshore below the foothills of the Ruwenzori range or, as they are more romantically known, the Mountains of the Moon.  The first European explorer to chronicle the existence of these mountains was Captain John Hanning Speke who travelled in this area in 1862.  Pickering changed the display on the screen.  The total population of Ubomo is estimated at four million, although there has never been a census.  You can see the breakdown into tribes.

The largest tribe is the Ubali.  However, the new President Taffari and most of his military council are Hita.  In all a total of eleven tribal groups are represented in Ubomo, the smallest of which is the Bambuti, commonly known as the pygmies.

About twenty-five thousand of these diminutive people live in the northern equatorial rain forests of the country.  This is where BOSS's major mineral concessions are situated.

Pickering was good at his job.  He had assembled his information carefully and presented it in a lively and interesting fashion.

However, there was very little he had to tell them that Daniel did not already know.

Bonny asked a few questions and Pickering addressed his replies to her bosom.  Daniel found that Pickering's inability to take his eyes off those protuberances was beginning to irritate him.  Daniel had conceived a proprietary interest of his own in this area.

After Pickering, the other company experts rose in succession to elaborate on BOSS's plans.  Sidney Green showed them architect's impressions of the resorts and casinos that they would build upon the lakeshore.  We anticipate the main tourist trade would come from southern Europe, particularly Italy and France.  Flying time from Rome under eight hours.  We are looking at an eventual half-million visitors a year.  Apart from tourism we are planning a major aquaculture industry.  . . He went on to explain how the Lake waters would be pumped into shallow dams in which freshwater shrimp and other exotic aquatic life would be cultured.  We are aiming for an eventual annual harvest of a million tons of dried protein from aquaculture, together with another million tons of dried and frozen fish from the lakes themselves.

We are considering the possibility of introducing high-yield fish populations to the lakes to augment the indigenous species.  What about the effect of these enterprises on the ecology of the lake itself?

Daniel asked diffidently.  Particularly the construction of the marinas and yacht harbours and the introduction of exotic species such as carp and Asian shrimp to the lake waters.  Green smiled like a second-hand car salesman.  These are at present being fully investigated by a team of experts.  We expect their report to be ready by the middle of the year.

However, we do not anticipate any problems in that area.  Quite right, Daniel thought.  They aren't going to make waves if my new and good friend Tug is hiring and firing.

Sidney Green swept forward, still smiling, to discuss the agricultural potential.  In the low-lying wooded savannah that covers the eastern half of the country the tsetse fly, glossina morsitans, closes a great deal of prime country to cattle-ranching.  At the earliest opportunity we, in cooperation with the Ubomo government, will undertake a programme of aerial spraying to eradicate this insect menace.  Once this is done, beef production will be of great importance to the economy.  Aerial spraying?

Daniel asked.  What chemicals will be used?  I am pleased to say that BOSS has acquired several thousand tons of Selfrin at most favourable prices.  Would the favourable price have anything to do with the fact that Selfrin has been banned in the continental United States and in the European Common Market countries?  I assure you, Doctor Armstrong, Green smiled blandly, that the use of Selfrin has not been banned in Ubomo.

Oh, that's good.

Daniel nodded, and returned his smile.  He had smelled Selfrin in the Okavango swamps and the Zambezi valley.  He had seen the devastation of entire insect species and the birds and small mammals that fed upon them.

As long as it's legal, nobody can have any objection, can they?

Quite so, Doctor Armstrong.  Sidney Green changed the display on the lecture screen.  Those areas of the savannah that are unsuitable for cattlebreeding will be planted with cotton and sugar cane.  Irrigation water will be pumped from the lakes.

The swamps and wetlands in the north will be drained, but these, of course, are long-term projects.  Our immediate cash flow will be assured by logging operations in the timber-rich forests of the western mountain range.  The "Tall Trees",'Daniel murmured.  I beg your pardon?

No, nothing of importance.  Please continue.  I'm finding this fascinating.

Of course, the logging operation will be carried out in concert with the mining operations.  Neither project on its own would be profitable, but carried out in unison each becomes highly lucrative.  In fact the timber will cover the direct cost of the development and the mineral recovery will be almost entirely profit.  However, I will leave George Anderson, our senior geologist, to explain all this to you.  Anderson's expression was as stony as one of his geological samples.  His style was terse and dry.  The only viable mineral deposits so far discovered in Ubomo lie in the north-western quadrant, below the forests that cover the lower northern slopes of the mountain range and lie within the basin of the Ubomo River.  He moved the cursor on the map display in a slow northern sweep.  This forest cover consists of almost fifty varieties of economically significant trees, amongst which are the African oak, the African mahogany, the African walnut, the red cedar and the silk-cotton tree.  I will not weary you with their botanical names, but suffice it to say that their existence holds out major economic advantages, as my colleague has pointed out.  He nodded wearily at Green, who flashed his bright salesman smile in return.  The forest soils are for the most part leached laterites, the colour of which gives the Ubomo River its name, the Red River, and indeed the country itself, the Land of Red Earth.

Fortunately, these soils are very thin, generally less than fifty feet in depth, and below them lies a folded pre-Cambrian formation.  He gave a dry and weary little smile.  Again, I will not tax you with the technicalities, but these soils contain significant quantities of the rare earth, monazite, together with viable deposits of platinum almost evenly distributed in the upper levels.  This series is unique.  There is no other known formation that comprises this particular spectrum of minerals.  Each of these individual minerals occurs in low concentrates, in some cases they are mere traces.  Separately none of these would be PROFITable, BUT TAKen together they will be highly lucrative, and their profitability will be enhanced by the valuable stands of timber harvested in the process of exposing the ore body.