Mallory stared at him, slowly released his grip on the glasses, nodded several times in succession.
Of course, of course! I had been wondering Someone has been careless. There was no other way, there could have been no other way. It would only require a single flash to tip them off. He paused, remembering, then grinned wryly. It could have been myself. All this started just after I had been on watch and Panayis didn't have the glasses. He shook his head in mortification. It must have been me, Andrea.
I do not believe it, Andrea said flatly. You couldn't make a mistake like that, my Captain.
Not only could, but did, I'm afraid. But we'll worry about that afterwards. The middle of the ragged line of advancing soldiers, slipping and stumbling on the treacherous scree, had almost reached the lower limits of the blackened, stunted remains of the copse. They've come far enough. I'll take the white helmet in the middle, Louki. Even as he spoke he could hear the soft scrape as the three others slid their automatic barrels across and between the protective rocks in front of them, could feel the wave of revulsion that washed through his mind. But his voice was steady enough as he spoke, relaxed and almost casual. Right. Let them have it now!
His last words were caught up and drowned in the tearing, rapid-fire crash of the automatic carbines. With four machine-guns in their hands two Brens and two 9 mm. Schmeissers it was no war, as he had said, but sheer, pitiful massacre, with the defenceless figures on the slope below, figures still stunned and uncomprehending, jerking, spinning round and collapsing like marionettes in the hands of a mad puppeteer, some to lie where they fell, others to roll down the steep slope, legs and arms flailing in the grotesque disjointedness of death. Only a couple stood still where they had been hit, vacant surprise mirrored in their lifeless faces, then slipped down tiredly to the stony ground at their feet. Almost three seconds had passed before the handful of those who still lived about a quarter of the way in from either end of the line where converging streams of fire had not yet met realised what was happening and flung themselves desperately to the ground in search of the cover that didn't exist.
The frenetic stammering of the machine-guns stopped abruptly and in unison, the sound sheared off as by a guillotine. The sudden silence was curiously oppressive, louder, more obtrusive than the clamour that had gone before. The gravelly earth beneath his elbows grated harshly as Mallory shifted his weight slightly, looked at the two men to his right, Andrea with his impassive face empty of all expression, Louki with the sheen of tears in his eyes. Then he became aware of the low murmuring to his left, shifted round again. Bitter-mouthed, savage, the American was swearing softly and continuously, oblivious to the pain as he pounded his fist time and again into the sharp-edged gravel before him.
Just one more, Gawd. The quiet voice was almost a prayer. That's all I ask. Just one more.
Mallory touched his arm. What is it, Dusty?
Miller looked round at him, eyes cold and still and empty of all recognition, then he blinked several times and grinned, a cut and bruised hand automatically reaching for his cigarettes.
Jus' daydreamin', boss he said easily. Jus' daydreamin'. He shook out his pack of cigarettes. Have one?
That inhuman bastard that sent these poor devils up that hill, Mallory said quietly. Make a wonderful pietare seen over the sights of your rifle, wouldn't he?
Abruptly Miller's smile vanished and he nodded.
It would be all of that. He risked a quick peep round one of the boulders, eased himself back again. Eight, mebbe ten of them still down there, boss, he reported. The poor bastards are like ostriches trying to take cover behind stones the size of an orange . We leave them be?
We leave them be! Mallory echoed emphaticaliy. The thought of any more slaughter made him feel almost physically sick. They won't try again. He broke off suddenly, flattened himself in reflex instinct as a burst of machine-gun bullets struck the steep-walled rock above their beads and whined up the gorge in vicious ricochet.
Won't try again, huh? Miller was already sliding his gun around the rock in front of him when Mallory caught his arm and pulled him back.
Not them? Listen! Another burst of fire, then another, and now they could hear the savage chatter of the machine-gun, a chatter rhythmically interrupted by a weird, half-human sighing as its belt passed through the breech. Mallory could feel the prickling of the hairs on the nape of his neck.
A Spandau. Once you've heard a Spandau you can never forget it. Leave it alone it's probably fixed on the back of one of the trucks and can't do us any harm . I'm more worried about these damned mortars down there.
I'm not, Miller said promptly. They're not firing at us.
That's why I'm worried . What do you think, Andrea?
The same as you, my Captain. They are waiting. This Devil's Playground, as Louki calls it, is a madman's maze, and they can only fire as blind men
They won't be waiting much longer, Mallory interrupted grimly. He pointed to the north. Here come their eyes.
At first only specks above the promontory of Cape Demirci, the planes were soon recognisable for what they were, droning in slowly over the Aegean at about fifteen hundred feet. Mallory looked at them in astonishment, then turned to Andrea.
Am I seeing things, Andrea? He gestured at the first of the two planes, a high-winged little monoplane fighter. That can't be a PZL?
It can be and it is, Andrea zuuuunred. An old Polish plane we had before the war, he explained to Miller. And the other is an old Belginn plane Breguets, we called them. Andrea shaded his eyes to look again at the two planes, now almost directly overhead. I thought they had all been lost during the invasion.
Me too, Mallory said. Must have patched up some bits and pieces. Ah, they've seen us beginning to circle. But why on earth they use these obsolete death trap
I don't know and I don't care, Miller said rapidly. He had just taken a quick look round the boulder in front of him. These damned guns down there are just linin' up on us, and muzzle-on they look a considerable sight bigger than telegraph poles. Fragmentation bombs, you said! Come on, boss, let's get the hell outa here!
Thus the pattern was set for the remainder of that brief November afternoon, for the grim game of tipand-run, hide-and-seek among the ravines and shattered rocks of the Devil's Playground. The planes held the key to the game, cruised high overhead observing every move of the hunted group below, relaying the information to the guns on the coast road and the company of Alpenkorps that had moved up through the ravine above the carob grove soon after the planes reported that the positions there had been abandoned. The two ancient planes were soon replaced by a couple of modern Henschels Andrea said that the PZL couldn't remain airborne for more than an hour anyway.
Mallory was between the devil and the deep sea. Inaccurate though the mortars were, some of the deadly fragmentation bombs found their way into the deep ravines where they took temporary shelter, the blast of metal lethal In the confined space between the sheering walls. Occasionally they came so close that Mallory was forced to take refuge in some of the deep caves that honeycombed the walls of the canyons. In these they werу safe enough, but the safety was an illusion that could lead only to ultimate defeat and capture; in the lulls, the Alpenkorps, whom they had fought off in a series of brief, skirmishing rearguard actions during the afternoon, could approach closely enough to trap them Inside. Time and time again Mallory and his men were forced to move to widen the gap between themselves and their pursuers, following the indomitable Louki wherever he chose to lead them, and taking their chance, often a very slender and desperate chance, with the mortar bombs. One bomb arced into a ravine that led into the interior, burying itself in the gravelly ground not twenty yards ahead of them, by far the nearest anything had come during the afternoon. By one chance in a thousand, it didn't explode. They gave it as wide a berth as possible, almost holding their breaths until they were safely beyond.