Leopard Hunts in Darkness - Smith Wilbur (книга бесплатный формат .TXT) 📗
"As yours was during the chimurenga, and more recently in Matabeleland." A man of charisma and presence, a man well known to the:4 people."
"The women sing your praises in the streets of Harare, not a single day passes without your image on the television screens or your name on the front page of the newspapers."
"A man with force behind him."
"The Third Brigade," the Russian nodded, "and the blessing of the people of the USSR. However," he paused significantly, 'two questions need answers, Comrade General."
"Yes?"
"The first is a mundane and distasteful question to raise between men such as you and I money. My paymasters become restless. Our expenses have begun to exceed by a considerable amount the shipments of ivory and animal products that you have sent us-" He held up his hand again to forestall argument. It was an old man's hand, dappled with withered dark spots and crisscrossed with prominent blue veins. "I know that we should do these things merely for the love of freedom, that money is a capitalist obscenity, but nothing is perfect in this world. In short, Comrade General, you are reaching the limits that Moscow has set on your credit."
"I understand," Peter Fungabera nodded. "What is your second question?"
"The Matabele tribe. They are a warlike and difficult people. I know that you have been forced to stir up enmity, to cause dissension and strife and to bring upon the present government the disapproval of the Western powers by your campaign in Matabeleland. But what happens afterwards?
How do you control them once you yourself have seized power?
(I " est ions with a single name, Peter answer both qu Fungabera. replied.
"Me name?"
"Tungata Zebiwe."
"Ha! Yes! Tungata Zebiwe. The Matabele leader. You had him put away. I presumed that by now he had been liquidated."
"I am holding him in great secrecy and safety at one of my rehabilitation centres near here."
"Explain."
"Firstly, the money."
"From what we know, Tungata Zebiwe is not a rich man," the Russian demurred.
"He has the key to a fortune which might easily exceed two hundred million US dollars." The Russian raised a silver eyebrow in the gesture of disbelief that Peter was coming to know well, and which was beginning to irritate him.
"Diamonds," he said.
"The mother country is one of the world's largest Producers. "The Russian spread his hands disparagingly.
"Not industrial rubbish, not black boart, but gem stones of the first water, large stones, huge stones, some of the finest ever mined anywhere." The Russian looked thoughtful. "if it is true-"
"It is true! But I will not explain further. Not yet."
"Very well. At least I can hold out some sort of promise to the money-sucking leeches in our treasury department?
And the second question. The Matabele? You cannot plan to 0 blite rate them, man, woman and child?" Peter Fungabera shook his head regretfully. "No. Though it would be the better way, America and Britain would not allow it. No, my answer is Tungata Zebiwe again. When I take over the country, he will reappear it will be almost miraculous. He will come back from the dead. The Mota
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bele tribe will go wild with joy and relief They will follow him, they will dote upon him, and I will make him my vice-president."
"He hates you. You destroyed him. If you ever free him, he will seek to revenge that."
"No," Peter shook his head. "I will send him to you. You have special clinics for difficult cases, do you not? Institutes where a mentally sick man can be treated with drugs and other techniques to make him rational and reasonable once more?" This time the Russian actually began to chortle, and he poured himself another vodka, shaking with silent laughter. When he looked up at Peter, there was respect in those pale eyes for the first time.
"I drink to you, Monomatapa of Zimbabwe, may you reign a thousand years!" He set down his glass and turned to stare down the long open vlei to the distant waterhole. A herd of zebra had down to drink. They were nervous and skitti come st, for the lions lie in ambush at the water. At last they waded in, knee, deep and in a single rank, dipped their lips to touch the surface in unison. They formed an overlapping frieze of identical heads like an infinity of mirror images until the old stallion sentinel snorted in nervous alarm and the pattern exploded in foaming water and wildly galloping forms.
"The treatment of which you speak is drastic." Colonel Bukharin watched the zebra herd tear away into the forest.
"Some patients do not survive it. Those that do are-" he searched for the word" altered."
"Their minds are destroyed." Peter said it for him.
"In plain terms yes," the colonel nodded.
"I need his body, not his brain. I need a puppet, not a human being."
"We can arrange that. When will you send him to us?" The diamonds first," Prter rep lied.
"Of course, the diamd Ids first. How long will that take?" Peter shrugged-_'.1,&t long."
