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They had been here before, many times, but that didn’t mean they knew every bush, every rise and hollow of the landscape. He didn’t know what was on the other side of the trees. ‘The Mechanism will be keeping an eye on us.’ ‘We’ll be safe, whatever happens,’ he said, as much to convince himself as anything else. Geoffrey reached up to jam his own tighter, crunching it down on tight curls. The hat bounced jauntily against her back, secured by a drawstring around her neck. ‘It’s not far now,’ Sunday called back, looking over her shoulder. They passed the rusted white stump of an old windmill. Sunday pushed confidently forward into the acacia trees, Geoffrey struggling to keep up. Remembering a time when Memphis had praised him for not crying after tripping on the household’s hard marble floor, he had made a point of not telling his cuff to make the pain go away. More than could be said for Geoffrey’s mud-blotched arms, now crosshatched with fine, painful cuts from sharp-thorned bushes. Despite the mud they’d splashed around in, and the undergrowth they’d struggled through, their clothes remained as bright and colourful as when they’d put them on back at the household. They wore snake-proof boots and long snake-proof trousers, short- sleeved shirts and wide-brimmed hats. Watchful for hazards, they crossed drying ground and boggy marsh- land. ‘You don’t have to come, if you’re scared.’ ‘I think it’s coming from this way.’ She started walking, then turned back to Geoffrey. ‘I’m used to them now.’ Sunday hopped off the stone and pointed to the trees. ‘Could it be the things in your head ?’ Geoffrey asked. And if by some chance Maasai were nearby, one of their boys would have known better than to get into difficulty. The trails they followed were trampled by elephants rather than people. There were no homes here, no villages or towns. Bilious clouds patrolled the horizon, thunder sometimes bellowed across the plains, but the sky was clear.īesides, they had been this way many times. The waters had gone down com- pared to a week ago and the rains were petering out. ‘Maybe we should tell Memphis first, then look for him.’ ‘He’s in trouble,’ Sunday said determinedly. He heard the river, the sighing of leaves in acacia trees, drowsy with the endless oven-like heat. Geoffrey kept a firm grip on the wooden aeroplane he was carrying. They stood on a rectangular rock, paces from the river that still ran fast and muddy. She was two years older than Geoffrey, and tall for her age. Sunday sighed and placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder. ‘I still can’t hear anyone,’ Geoffrey said. It was there that they came upon the death machine. After weeks of bored confinement they were at last allowed to wander from the household, beyond the gardens and the outer walls, into the wild. The ground had borrowed moisture from the clouds now the sky claimed its debt in endless hot, dry days.

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