Upson laughs. ‘I’m just happy I could
help.’ He separates himself a little awkwardly. I wonder how used the military
man is to outward displays of affection. ‘I’ll be sure to look you up when we
get back home.’
‘Home?’ Tarquin says. He parts
the crowd and joins us. I can see more than ever the great respect he commands.
‘Don’t tell me you’re leaving us after you’ve seen the darkness.’
‘I don’t want to discuss this,’
Upson says. ‘I’m just glad we’re back.’
Tarquin
looks at us, still huddled together. It’s as though he’s just realised we’re
all here too. ‘I knew you had it in you.’ He directs his words at all of us. ‘Such
happy additions to our group here.’ He smiles at us, but I can see the pleading
in his eyes. Upson has undermined him in front of everyone. I get the
impression that people who want to leave the desert do so quietly, without
upsetting Tarquin’s status quo. I won’t be a party to it. People have a right
to decide to do what they want.
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