A Bone From a Dry Sea (9 page)

Presh screamed. Greb rose dazed and gasping, wiped the blood from his eyes and stared around, not understanding that the fight was over, looking to see where his enemy would rise from the water. Then he saw him lying moaning at his feet. He bent. Presh yelled with agony as his foot was wrenched from the fissure that had trapped it, and was still screaming when Greb tumbled him into the water.

Strength seemed to flow back into Greb. Still bleeding he stood erect, surveyed the platform
and
saw that it was too small, too uneven and too high above the water for a good triumph ritual. The tribe watched him, dazed, seemingly without minds of their own, and when he made a gesture of command and plunged into the water they followed him, but reluctantly and with many stragglers, down beside the steep dark cliffs to a shingly bay between that headland and the next.

Ma-ma stayed with Presh, buoying him up and crooning comfort. He had fainted now, and without her help might have drowned. Li took the baby while with Hooa’s help Ma-ma towed Presh along after the others. By the time they reached the bay, Greb was well into his triumph-dance.

Lined along the shallows the tribe cried
Praise
and dutifully flung their arches of water towards him, some so half-heartedly that the splash barely reached his ankles. If he noticed he would pause in his dance and come menacingly down, frightening the offenders into showing him more respect. This had happened twice before he reached the place where Ma-ma had joined the line.

The baby had woken and was crying. Li was trying to soothe him, Ma-ma and Hooa were busy with Presh. None of them attempted a splash. Greb glared at them and came stamping down. Alerted by the sudden hush Ma-ma looked up, saw him coming, and then slowly, deliberately, turned her back on him. Without thought, Li copied her.

Greb bellowed and gave Ma-ma a buffet that sent her floundering. He seized Li by the nape. She screamed and dropped the baby. She thought he was about to fling her on to the shingle and trample on her, but instead he crammed her on to his shoulder and stamped back up the beach
to
continue his parade, just as Presh had paraded with her after her dance with the dolphin. He would show the whole tribe that Li and her prestige were now his, to command and control.

She was terrified. She screamed and struggled. He struck at her with his free hand and she screamed louder still. Ma-ma was there, facing him, with Hooa beside her, both yelling – more of them, females, and then males, all crowding out of the water, thronging round Greb screaming their outrage, refusing his triumph after all. It was over. They wouldn’t accept him. He had broken the challenge-rules, won the fight by an accident, struck a mother who carried a baby still in its birth-fur, tried to own and control Li, who belonged to them all. He was not their leader.

Being Greb he tried to fight them all, but they were too many and too angry. The scrum milled to and fro. Li rocked above it, yelling with terror and clutching Greb’s mane to keep herself from falling. He loosed his hold on her to fight, and then she was grabbed from behind and wrenched free and passed back over the heads of the crowd, till they set her down. Whimpering she staggered down to Ma-ma, who was crouched in the shallows, clutching her screaming baby to her. Presh lay inert beside her, half in and half out of the water. Shuddering with sobs, Li clung to her side and watched the end of the fight.

The milling mass dwindled as the females worked themselves free, leaving the males to finish Greb off. The cliffs echoed and re-echoed with yells and bellows. Some fell and were trampled on until they crawled free. Then the scrimmage stilled and moved apart, forming a ring around the single body which lay inert in the
middle
. Silence fell. Li thought they must have killed him, till he moved.

He rose to hands and knees, lifted his head and snarled. His blood smeared his whole body. One eye stayed closed. Watched by the males he staggered to his feet and lurched towards Kerif as if he meant to start the fight again, but when Kerif moved aside he lurched on. The tribe watched him limp down the shingle and wade into the healing sea. Followed by their hoots of
Shame!
he swam awkwardly away, using only his left arm, out along the cliffs of the further headland, and disappeared.

NOW: MONDAY AFTERNOON

VINNY WASN’T FEELING
well. It was partly the argument between Dad and Dr Hamiska, and partly the heat. The heat was appalling. The sun seared down on to the windless hillside and then seemed to bounce back up under her parasol, making her feel she wasn’t in the shade at all. The plan had been to go back to the camp for lunch and rest under the awnings till it got cooler, but instead everyone had rushed out to look at the new fossil, and now Dad and Dr Hamiska were arguing about it.

Dad stood on one side of the little hole, his body stiff, his gestures short and tense. Dr Hamiska lolled against the boulder on the other side, laughing with excitement half the time. Before Dad had arrived he’d lost patience with Mrs Hamiska’s finicky picking round the fossil, and had taken over in order to explore further into the hillside, hacking whole trowelfuls of clay out at a time. Just before Dad and the others had arrived he’d found a second fossil – in fact he’d broken it in half with the trowel – and now while he talked to Dad he kept fitting the two pieces together and turning them over to look at and then holding them up as if they had magic in them, giving him power, like one of Tolkien’s rings.

The others stood around listening to the argument. May Anna caught sight of Vinny and came across.

‘You don’t look too good,’ she said.

‘I’m all right, but it’s so hot, and I wish they’d stop arguing. What’s it all about?’

‘It’s about what happens next. This bone you found . . .’

‘I
didn’t
find it! I wish Joe would stop saying I did. He found it. It’s just a way of getting at Dad.’

‘I’m afraid Joe’s like that. And he’s dead sure now that the rest of the skeleton is lying there right in the hillside, just waiting to be dug out, and Sam’s telling him to take it slow.’

‘But he’s got to, hasn’t he?’

‘Sure, but it’s a question of how slow. We’ve got a couple of foot-bones, right? But that doesn’t mean there’s a joined-up skeleton all neatly lying together. There could be just this foot, which a leopard or something brought here. But let’s say it wasn’t like that, and the body died in shallow water. Then the water will have moved the bones around, and crayfish and crocs could have carried bits away. The bones could be spread out right through the hill. That’s if they’re there at all, because the body may have been lying the other way round, right? Out this way . . .’

May Anna gestured to show the imaginary strata spreading out beyond the hillside, as they would have been before the endless seasons had eroded them away.

‘. . . and those two bones are all that’s left.’

‘But you’ve still got to look and see. I mean, it
might
be there.’

‘Right. But look how the strata run. Into the hill, see? There’s a whole lot of
hill
to be cleared away to get at the one we want. Tons and tons and tons of earth. That means a labour force. How are we going to raise a labour force out here in the badlands? It’ll take money, not just to pay them, but to get them here, feed them and keep them here. Money Joe doesn’t have – not till after Thursday, maybe, when the Craig people come.
Then
if he’s got enough to show them, he can have all the labour he wants, and real funds for next year, and real good people who’ll want to be with him next year. That’s a lot to ask for on two little bones, Vinny. But if he could maybe find a leg-bone, a knee . . . So he doesn’t want Sam hanging about, waiting for a labour force before he starts serious digging. You see?’

Vinny nodded. She felt a need to explain something to May Anna. Making her bed that morning she’d found an old tube of eye-shadow, May Anna’s colour, wedged between the leg of the bed and the hut wall. Then on the earth floor she’d seen four square marks where the legs of another bed must have stood close alongside hers.

‘I don’t know Dad very well,’ she said. ‘My step-father’s lovely, but I just decided I wanted a dad of my own, like I’ve got a mum of my own. But it doesn’t mean I’ve got to be with him all the time, or anything like that, only to know him a bit.’

May Anna put her hand on Vinny’s shoulder and held her comfortingly against her side.

‘You’re doing fine,’ she said. ‘Your dad’s a great guy. He needs a daughter like you. It’s good you came.’

‘Has he got to be enemies with Joe?’

‘They’re not enemies, but Joe’s Joe. He’s got to
be
always telling you he’s there. Times he drives everyone crazy. Other times we’d be lost without him. Dee Huntsman couldn’t take Joe, so she said she was sick and went home . . .’

‘She was your geologist?’

‘Right. And OK she got a bit sick, but if it hadn’t been for Joe she’d have hung in. And look at today. We’ve a whole heap of things waiting decisions which only Joe can make, but instead he takes off blind after a hunch he’s had in the night and because he wants to show you how to find fossils, and we all know he’s going to come back and decide things out of the top of his head, messing up work some guys have been doing for weeks. And he’ll
still
do that. But what else? While he’s off on this crazy jaunt with you he pokes into a bit of hillside and comes up with a proto-hominid foot-bone, which any museum in the world would give its eye-teeth for! So we’ve all got to forgive him. Even Sam. Sam’s as thrilled as the rest of us, if you want to know.’

‘I suppose he is, but . . .’

‘You’re like him that way, I guess. Excited he may be, but he’s still got to do the job right – slowly, methodically, not missing a damn thing. Sam would never have bust that bone Joe’s waving around now. They should’ve been a good team, you know. Sam needs Joe to raise the funding and find the sites, and Joe needs Sam to do the work right, so no-one’s going to argue about what they’ve found.’

‘I wish they’d stop arguing now.’

‘Just stopping . . . Any minute . . . Told you . . .’

Dr Hamiska laughed and jumped to his feet and clapped Dad on the shoulder in a no-hard-feelings
way
, then started striding round the hillside giving the rest of his team their orders. Dad came gloomily over.

‘I guess Vinny’s feeling the heat,’ said May Anna.

‘No, I’m better,’ said Vinny. ‘What’s going to happen now?’

‘What’s going to happen now is perfectly bloody,’ said Dad. ‘I suppose I accept it’s got to be done in the circumstances. Joe wanted everyone out here, the cooks even, pretty well hacking into the hillside at random, but I’ve persuaded him he’ll have to make do with two trenches. I’ll do one and Fred will do the other.’

‘What’s so bloody about that?’ said May Anna. ‘Fred’s good.’

‘It isn’t Fred. It’s the results Joe wants by Thursday. I don’t want to kill myself carting spoil around in this heat, so Fred and I are going to have to be out here by sunrise to get the heavy labour done while we can still stand it . . . I’m afraid you’re not going to see much of me over the next few days, Vinny . . .’

‘Vinny can help me,’ said May Anna. ‘We’ll have fun.’

‘If Joe gives you a look-in,’ said Dad. ‘He seems to have persuaded himself that she’s some kind of good-luck token.’

‘Well, I’m not,’ said Vinny. ‘I’m going to come and help you.’

‘I’d love you to,’ said Dad carefully. ‘But I’m not that easy to help. Most of it I’ve got to do myself.’

‘Then I’ll just come,’ said Vinny. ‘It’s all right. I won’t be bored. I want to learn to draw like Nikki.’

‘Well . . .’

Dad was looking at May Anna, who wasn’t saying anything. All Vinny knew was that she didn’t want to be left at the camp being Dr Hamiska’s good-luck token. A new thought struck her.

‘Couldn’t we come and camp out here?’ she said. ‘Just you and me and Dr Wessler. Then you can start digging as soon as it’s light and I’ll cook your breakfast and . . .’

May Anna was laughing. Dad was looking round the parching landscape, miming disgust.

‘I’ve never seen a less inviting spot for a fly-camp,’ he said.

‘Please, Dad.’

‘It’s an idea,’ said May Anna. ‘It’s only three nights, Sam, and you’re always saying any fool can be uncomfortable in camp.’

Dr Hamiska came striding across.

‘OK,’ he said. ‘Ready, Sam? Let’s get an awning rigged up for you to work under.’

‘Hang on a sec,’ said Dad. ‘I’ve been thinking. Since time’s so short the best thing would be for me to set up a fly-camp here . . .’

‘Just what I was about to suggest. Good man.’

‘If May Anna can take the jeep back, with Vinny, Vinny can pack my gear while May Anna gets the other stuff together – there’s the orange tent in the store, May Anna, and we’ll need three beds . . .’

‘Three?’ said Dr Hamiska.

‘Fred, me, Vinny.’

‘You’re not proposing to bring her out here?’ said Dr Hamiska.

His attitude had changed completely. A moment before he’d been easy, genial, friendly. Now he looked thoroughly put out, but couldn’t at once think of an objection.

‘It’s all right,’ said Vinny. ‘I love camping. I won’t get in the way.’

‘Vinny’s here to see her father, don’t forget,’ said May Anna.

‘And Sam’s here to get this other little lady out of the hill,’ said Dr Hamiska, holding the broken fossil out to show what he meant. ‘It’s a long way from civilization, Sam.’

‘We’ll make a civilized fly-camp,’ said Vinny.

Dr Hamiska realized he wasn’t going to win, and bellowed with laughter to show he didn’t mind, but somehow it wasn’t quite convincing. Dad and May Anna started to make a list of what he’d need, but when they roped Dr Wessler in to join the discussion he refused to come to the fly-camp. He said he’d got work at the main camp which he had to finish by Thursday. He’d do that this evening and come out with some of the others tomorrow to start the second trench. Dr Hamiska accepted this without fuss.

It was mid-afternoon before they’d finished collecting everything that was needed for the fly-camp. Vinny was tired, but feeling better. They made tea and drank it in the shade of a tree with feathery leaves and long black dangling beans. Below them stretched the plain. The dusty air was tinged with orange and the westering sun cast sidelong shadows, so that the flat-topped trees that dotted the plain were joined to their own shape in reverse – branches, trunk, shadow-trunk, shadow-branches – a single dark shape like a letter in a peculiar alphabet.