Padre Batista sagged. "At first, all seemed well. The shaman was still angered at my decision not to burn the body, but he accepted that at least it was gone from the village. This seemed to appease him:"
"What changed that?" Kelly asked.
"A week later, a couple of children in the village developed fevers. It was nothing new. Such ailments are commonplace. But the shaman decided these illnesses were the sign of a curse from the dead man:"
Nate nodded. He had seen firsthand such a.s.sessments himself. In most Indian tribes, illness was considered not only due to injury or disease, but often to a spell cast by the shaman of another village.
Wars had broken out over suchaccusations.
"There was nothing I could do to dissuade him. In another few days, three more children fell ill, one of them from the Yanomamoshabano. The whole village grew tense. In fear, entire families packed up and left. Every night, drums beat and chanting could be heard." Garcia closed his eyes, "I radioed for medical a.s.sistance. But when a doctor arrived from junta four days later, none of the Indians would let the man examine their children. The Yanomamo shaman had won them over. I tried to plead, but they refused any medical help. Instead, they left the little ones in the care of that witch doctor."
Nathan bristled at this term. He glanced to Professor Kouwe, who gave a small shake of his head, indicating Nate should remain silent.
The padre continued. "Then last night, one of the children died. A great wailing consumed the village. To cover up his failure, the shaman declared the village cursed. He warned that all should leave here. I tried my best to calm the panic, but the shaman had the others under his spell. Just before dawn, he and his fellow Yanomamo tribesmen set fire to their own roundhouse, then fled into the jungle:" Garcia was now openly weeping. "The . . . the monster had left the sick children inside. He burned them all alive:"
The padre covered his face with his hands. "With so few still in the village to help fight the fire, the flamesspread through the huts. If you all had not come and helped, we could have lost everything. My church, my flock:"
Nathan placed a hand on the man"s shoulder. "Don"t despair. We can help you rebuild:" He glanced over to Kelly"s brother for confirmation.
Frank cleared his throat. "Of course. A contingent of Rangers and researchers are going to remain here after we head into the jungle. As guests here, I"m sure they"ll be more than willing to haul in supplies with their helicopters and lend you manpower to rebuild the village out of the ashes:"
The man"s words seemed to strengthen the padre. "G.o.d bless you:" He wiped his eyes and nose with his handkerchief.
"We"ll do all we can," Kelly a.s.sured him. "But, padre, time is of the essence for us, too. We hope to begin tracking the dead man"s trail before it grows any colder:"
"Of course, of course. . :" Garcia said in a tired voice, and stood. "I"ll tell you all I know:"
It was a short talk. The padre explained as he led them past the altar to the common rooms of the church. The dining room had been converted into a makeshift hospital for smoke-inhalation victims, but no one appeared seriously injured. Garcia related how he had convinced a fewIndians to track the dead man"s trail, in case the fellow had any companions out there. The trail led to one of the tributaries of the Jarura River. No boat was found, but the tracks seemed to follow the offshoot"s course, heading west into the most remote sections of the rain forest. The Indian trackers feared going any farther.
Kelly leaned on a window overlooking the rear garden. "Can someone show us this tributary?"
Garcia nodded. He had washed his face and seemed to have collected himself. Steel had entered his voice and demeanor as the initial shock wore away. "I can get my a.s.sistant, Henaowe, to show you." He pointed to a small Indian.
Nathan was surprised to see the man was Yanomamo.
"He was the only one of the tribe who remained behind," Garcia said with
a sigh. "At least the love of our Lord Jesus was able to save one of them."
The padre waved his a.s.sistant over and spoke rapidly in Yanomamo. Nathan was surprised at how fluent the priest was in the dialect.
Henaowe nodded, agreeing, but Nathan saw the fear in his eyes. Saved or not, deep-seated superst.i.tions still ruled the man.
The group proceeded back outside, the damp heat falling upon them like a wet wool blanket. They skirted around the helicopters to find the Rangers had been busy. A line of rucksacks, heavily packed, lay in the dirt. A Ranger was positioned behind each one.
Captain Waxman was inspecting both his men and their gear. He spotted the group and straightened.
"We"re ready to head out whenever you give the go." Waxman, in his forties, was pure military: stone-faced, broadshouldered, his field uniform crisp with pressed creases. Even his brown hair had been shaved to a stubble atop his head.
"We"re ready now," Frank said. "We"ve got someone here to set us on the right trail." He nodded to the small Indian.
The captain nodded and turned sharply. "Load up!" he called t~ his men.
Kelly led their group to another row of backpacks, each about half the size of the Rangers" rucksacks.
There, Nathan found the last members of the expedition. Anna Fong was in deep conversation with Richard Zane, both in matching khaki outfits with the Tellux logo emblazoned on the shoulders. To their side stood Olin Pasternak, sporting a clean but clearly well-worn set of gray coveralls with black boots.
He bent down to pick up the largest of the packs. Nate knew it contained their satellite communication gear. But as he hoisted the pack, the man"s attention was not on the fragile gear, but on the expedition"s final member . . . or rathermembers.
Nate smiled. He had not seen Manny since they had left from Sao Gabriel. The Brazilian biologist had been on one of the other Hueys. The reason for the separate flight was clear. Manny waved to Nate, awhip in one hand, the other holding a leather leash.
"So how did Tor-tor handle the flight?" Nathan asked.
Manny patted the two-hundred-pound jaguar with the side of his whip. "Like a kitten. Nothing like the wonders of modern chemistry."
Nathan watched the cat wobble a little from the aftereffects of the tranquilizer. Stretching forward to sniff at Nate"s pant leg, Tor-tor seem
to recognize his scent, and nuzzled him half drunkenly.
Nate bent to one knee and rubbed the cat"s jowls, cuffing him lightly under the chin. This earned him a growled purr of appreciation. "G.o.d, he is so much bigger than the last time I saw him:"
Olin Pasternak scowled at the beast, then mumbled under his breath and turned away, clearly unimpressed by the newest addition to the team.
Nathan straightened. Tor-tor"s inclusion had been a hard sell, but Manny had persisted. Tor-tor was close to being s.e.xually mature and needed to log more jungle time. This trek would be of benefit to the cat. Additionally, the jaguar had been well trained by Manny and could prove of use-both in protection and in tracking.
Nathan had added his own support. If the team wished to convince any Indians into cooperating, the presence of Tor-tor could go a long way toward winning them over. The jaguar was revered by all Indians. To have one accompany the expedition would give the team instant validity.
Anna Fong had agreed.
Slowly Frank and Captain Waxman had been worn down, and Tor-tor was allowed to join the expedition.
Kelly eyed the cat from a safe distance. "We should gear up."
Nathan nodded and picked up his own small pack. It contained only the essential supplies: hammock, mosquito netting, a bit of dry rations,a change of clothes, machete, water bottle, and filter pump. He could travel months in the jungle with little else. What with the wealth of the forest readily available-from various fruits and berries to roots and edible plants to abundant game and fish-there was little need to haul additional food.
Still, there was one other essential piece of equipment. Nathan hooked his own short-barreled shotgun over a shoulder. Though the team was backed by the Rangers" weaponry, Nate preferred to have a little firepower of his own.
"Let"s get going," Kelly said. "We"ve already lost the morning putting out the fires:" The slender woman hefted her own pack to her shoulders, and Nate couldn"t help but stare at her long legs. He forced his gaze upward. Her pack had a large red cross printed on its back, marking the team"s medical supplies.
Frank ran down the line of civilian team members, making sure all was in readiness. He stopped in front of Nate, pulled out a faded baseball cap from a back pocket, and tugged it in place.
Nate recognized it as the same one from when he had first seen the man at Sao Gabriel"s hospital.
"Fan?" he asked, pointing to the Boston Red Sox logo.
"And a good-luck charm," Frank added, then turned to the group. "Let"s set out!"
In short order, the eighteen-man team tromped into the jungle, led for the moment by a small, wide-eyed Indian.
Kelly had never been in a jungle. In preparation for this trip, she hadscanned books and articles, but the first sight of the rain forest was not what she had expected.
As she followed the four Rangers in the lead, she craned around in wonder. Contrary to old movies, the understory of the Amazon rain forest was not a clotted ma.s.s of clinging vines and overgrown vegetation.Instead, it was more like they were marching through a green cathedral. A dense canopy of woven tree branches arched overhead, absorbing most of the sunlight and casting everything in a greenish glow.
Kelly had read that less than 10 percent of the sun"s light pierced through the unbroken green tent to reach the jungle floor. Because of this, the lowest level of the forest, where they walked now, was surprisingly clear of vegetation, Here the jungle was a world of shadow and decomposition, the domain of insects, fungi, and roots.
Still, the lack of green vegetation didn"t necessarily make trekking through the pathless forest an easy journey. Rotted logs and branches lay everywhere, frosted with yellow mold and white mushrooms.
Under her boots, a slick mulch of decaying black leaves threatened her footing, while b.u.t.tress roots that supported the gigantic trees in the thin soil snaked under the leaves and added to the risk of a twisted ankle.
And though the vegetation down at this level was scant, it was not nonexistent. The floor was festooned with fan-tailed ferns, th.o.r.n.y bromeliads, graceful orchids, and slender palms, and everywhere around were draped the ubiquitous ropelike vines called lianas.