The Cloud Maker (2010) (44 page)
The flame had gone out.
Brushing the snow off, he lit the wick again and slammed the bottle back into the snow, throwing only a single handful over the opening before flinging himself backwards. Just beyond the edge of the snow cornice, he heard a shout. He turned to see the top half of the soldier standing a pace below the ridge. His rifle was raised, pointing at Luca.
It was over.
Chapter 55
‘
Look at him,
’ Rega shouted out across the sea of expectant faces. ‘
The seventh Abbot of Geltang and High Lama of the blue order. Yet he is nothing more than a tired old man!
’
Look at him,
’ Rega shouted out across the sea of expectant faces. ‘
The seventh Abbot of Geltang and High Lama of the blue order. Yet he is nothing more than a tired old man!
’
Light pierced the Great Temple from tall windows set either side of the gilded doors. The night’s torches were still lit but slowly dying as the full light of morning streamed into the crowded chamber.
‘
Do not be deceived,
’ Rega continued, his voice straining, ‘
he is no great leader. He just rots in his chambers, allowing our sacred monastery to go to ruin as he follows his own selfish path. Even now the Chinese approach, yet he does nothing!
’
Do not be deceived,
’ Rega continued, his voice straining, ‘
he is no great leader. He just rots in his chambers, allowing our sacred monastery to go to ruin as he follows his own selfish path. Even now the Chinese approach, yet he does nothing!
’
The Abbot was standing in front of the dais wrapped in the coarse, brown clothing of the Perfect Life. The tunic had been ripped open below his chest so that his narrow shoulders were bare, the skin waxen and pale from so many days spent closeted from the daylight. His head was lowered, eyes shut, while Rega ranted just above him.
For nearly an hour the public denunciation had continued, with Rega stirring the crowd into a frenzy. When the Abbot had first been paraded before them, silence had descended across the Great Temple. Each monk had stared in mute amazement at the filthy old man before them, his clothes in rags and his head bent low. Could this really be their sacred leader?
But as Rega’s accusations continued, the untouchable aura that once seemed to surround the Abbot had been challenged by the mocking contempt from the novices on the edge of the dais. Their shouts of derision filled the temple as they hung on Rega’s every word, baying for action.
Standing against a side wall, Dorje burned with frustration. He stared out impotently across the sea of sneering faces and the whole incredible scene before him. Why didn’t the Abbot say something? Why didn’t he deny these ridiculous charges and win back his monastery?
Dorje watched the mass of monks surge forward again. There were over five hundred of them crammed into the temple, shouting and jostling for a better view, while their elders stood, like Dorje, on the periphery. They remained in silence, unable to make themselves heard above the noise and chaos.
Then Dorje understood. It was the same for the Abbot. Even if he tried to protest, no one would have heard him.
A soft breeze blew through the temple. Dorje looked up as the flames of the candles flickered. The gilded doors were being forced back on their hinges, and beyond them two figures had stepped into the light. He saw Shara’s long black hair and the boy clutched in her arms.
Dorje moved towards the back of the dais. He jostled against the other monks, fighting his way through, until he could see the trumpeters standing in a line.
‘Sound the arrival!
’ he ordered above the din. The first of the trumpeters stared at him in confusion.
’ he ordered above the din. The first of the trumpeters stared at him in confusion.
‘Do as I say!’
Dorje yelled. A moment later, the silver trumpet blasted out a long, shimmering note. The noise of the crowd lessened, as Rega spun round to see what was happening.
Dorje yelled. A moment later, the silver trumpet blasted out a long, shimmering note. The noise of the crowd lessened, as Rega spun round to see what was happening.
‘
Who ordered you to play?
’ he thundered, but Dorje had already reached the back of the dais and clambered up on top. He rushed forward across the stage, looking out at the crowd.
Who ordered you to play?
’ he thundered, but Dorje had already reached the back of the dais and clambered up on top. He rushed forward across the stage, looking out at the crowd.
‘
Silence!
’ he shouted, pointing towards the door. ‘
Silence for the Panchen Lama – the rightful leader of Tibet.
’
Silence!
’ he shouted, pointing towards the door. ‘
Silence for the Panchen Lama – the rightful leader of Tibet.
’
Silence fell as all eyes turned to the temple doors where Babu slowly slipped from Shara’s grasp. He stood uncertainly by her side, his large brown eyes staring from face to face in the crowd.
‘
So the boy returns,
’ Rega whispered, craning his neck round.
So the boy returns,
’ Rega whispered, craning his neck round.
A muttering began as Shara led Babu forward by the hand. The monks pressed back and a ragged space was cleared all the way to the dais and the Abbot’s marble throne. Babu walked through it, his felt boots taking small, steady steps across the vast temple floor. His heavy sheepskin jacket was bunched up around his shoulders so that his chin was buried in the soft wool while his eyes stared out above, passing slowly from monk to monk.
As they approached, Rega raised a finger.
‘
This is indeed the new reincarnation of the Panchen Lama,
’ he shouted. ‘
He has been within our very walls, yet the Abbot kept him from us. He deceived us all.
’ Rega stalked forward to the edge of the dais. ‘
Listen to me, my brothers. I will take the boy and restore him to his rightful place. I will return him to his seat in Shigatse and win back our country!
’
This is indeed the new reincarnation of the Panchen Lama,
’ he shouted. ‘
He has been within our very walls, yet the Abbot kept him from us. He deceived us all.
’ Rega stalked forward to the edge of the dais. ‘
Listen to me, my brothers. I will take the boy and restore him to his rightful place. I will return him to his seat in Shigatse and win back our country!
’
There was a cheer from some of the novices as Shara and Babu came to halt in front of the dais. Shara was staring at Rega, at his gold robes and the
Dharmachakra
raised in his right hand, unable to believe what had happened in her absence. He had taken control of the monastery.
Dharmachakra
raised in his right hand, unable to believe what had happened in her absence. He had taken control of the monastery.
Averting her eyes from his lifeless gaze, she turned to the Abbot, reaching forward and holding on to his arm.
‘
The Chinese are coming,
’ she whispered. ‘
We must evacuate the monastery.
’
The Chinese are coming,
’ she whispered. ‘
We must evacuate the monastery.
’
Before the Abbot could answer, Rega turned back towards the crowd. He had heard what she had said.
‘
The moment has come, my brothers!
’ he bellowed. ‘
The Chinese are finally upon us. It is time to fight!
’
The moment has come, my brothers!
’ he bellowed. ‘
The Chinese are finally upon us. It is time to fight!
’
At this the Abbot finally raised his hand, trying to shout above the wave of fresh panic and shouting that erupted.
‘
No! Do not give in to violence. We must evacuate, go deeper into the mountains . . .
’
No! Do not give in to violence. We must evacuate, go deeper into the mountains . . .
’
‘
Fight!
’ Rega screamed again, punching his arm into the air. ‘
It is time for Geltang to lead the revolution and defeat the Chinese! We must fight!
’
Fight!
’ Rega screamed again, punching his arm into the air. ‘
It is time for Geltang to lead the revolution and defeat the Chinese! We must fight!
’
The monks burst into action, surging towards the temple doors. Eyes were wide with elation while fists punched the air, mimicking Rega. Some held heavy brass candlesticks in their hands, while others had broken the low palisade surrounding the dais, using the thick wooden poles as makeshift cudgels. They began stampeding towards the temple doors, a mob ready to lynch anyone in their path.
Rega’s voice carried above the din, urging them on with every last breath, while the Abbot shouted in vain, still trying to be heard.
In the space just before the dais, Babu sat down on the floor. He inhaled deeply, tucking one leg across the other in the lotus position, and with his hands gently resting on his knees, began a slow, melodious chant. The words rolled from his lips as his eyes clamped shut, his expression changing to one of complete calm. Amidst the mayhem and confusion, his stillness attracted the attention of those immediately surrounding him.
The Abbot stared down at him, an incredulous smile on his lips. Then he moved forward and lowered himself on to the floor beside him, staring at the boy’s face for an instant before shutting his own eyes and picking up the same chant. Their two heads swayed back and forth in unison, the words rolling from their lips in a soft, unbroken flow.
In the semi-circle around the dais the crowd stared at them, caught between the hysteria of the novices and the sudden calmness of the Abbot and the boy. Dorje bustled to the front, joining them on the floor, before Shara quickly followed, settling herself down beside Babu. A few of the elders who were watching also lowered themselves on to the ground, picking up the rhythm of the chant. Then more followed. And still more.
Voice built on voice, merging together to create a steady undercurrent to the panic all around. Up on the dais, Rega jerked his head from side to side.
‘
What is the meaning of this?
’ he shouted, trying to understand where the chant was coming from. ‘
The Chinese approach. You cannot just sit here in prayer!
’
What is the meaning of this?
’ he shouted, trying to understand where the chant was coming from. ‘
The Chinese approach. You cannot just sit here in prayer!
’
Soon a different sort of movement was spreading through the great hall as the remaining monks looked back and saw a growing circle of their brothers seated on the floor. While some just turned to stare at the spectacle, others followed suit. Large swathes of the temple began to fill with seated monks, joined shoulder to shoulder, each swaying in rhythm with the chant.
The noise grew and grew as more monks returned to join their brothers on the floor of the temple, until only a few of the novices were left standing.
The Abbot got to his feet then, signalling to the trumpeter to sound the note again. It blasted out across the temple before wavering into silence. All eyes turned towards him.
‘
Brothers, this is Geltang,
’ he said, gesturing to the seated gathering. ‘
Compassion is our guiding principle. Not violence.
’
Brothers, this is Geltang,
’ he said, gesturing to the seated gathering. ‘
Compassion is our guiding principle. Not violence.
’
Gently raising Babu to his feet, he led him to the throne set on the dais. Clambering on to it, he looked tiny in the wide seat of ornately carved stone.
‘
This is our new leader,
’ the Abbot announced, turning to face the crowd once again. ‘
We recognise His Holiness Babugedhun Choekyi Nyima, eleventh Panchen Lama and rightful leader of Tibet.
’
This is our new leader,
’ the Abbot announced, turning to face the crowd once again. ‘
We recognise His Holiness Babugedhun Choekyi Nyima, eleventh Panchen Lama and rightful leader of Tibet.
’
A wave of bowing swept through those already seated, while the remaining novices by the temple doors quickly shuffled on to the floor. The Abbot looked at Babu who sat with his hands outstretched, just managing to balance them on the huge armrests of the throne.
‘
It is for you to decide, Your Holiness. The Chinese approach. Do we evacuate the monastery?
’
It is for you to decide, Your Holiness. The Chinese approach. Do we evacuate the monastery?
’
Rega swung round towards the throne.
‘
He is but a boy,
’ he said in disgust. ‘
How can he decide?
’
He is but a boy,
’ he said in disgust. ‘
How can he decide?
’
‘
Silence!
’ the Abbot declared, raising a finger. ‘
You have no place here any more.
’
Silence!
’ the Abbot declared, raising a finger. ‘
You have no place here any more.
’
Rega’s cheeks flushed with anger and he went to protest, raising the
Dharmachakra
above his head, but the Abbot turned towards the sea of monks before them.
Dharmachakra
above his head, but the Abbot turned towards the sea of monks before them.
‘
Silence as His Holiness speaks!
’ he shouted. The noise in the temple dropped to nothing as each monk stared expectantly at Babu.
Silence as His Holiness speaks!
’ he shouted. The noise in the temple dropped to nothing as each monk stared expectantly at Babu.
‘
We must leave,
’ he said, his voice soft and high-pitched. ‘
We must go as pilgrims to find sanctuary in the mountains. As your ancestors once did, and made Geltang.
’
We must leave,
’ he said, his voice soft and high-pitched. ‘
We must go as pilgrims to find sanctuary in the mountains. As your ancestors once did, and made Geltang.
’
The Abbot nodded before turning back to the monks.
‘
Take the treasure of Geltang and only what you need to survive,
’ he ordered. Then, signalling for the temple doors to be opened wide, he stepped down from the dais. In a flurry of robes, every monk in the order got to his feet.
Take the treasure of Geltang and only what you need to survive,
’ he ordered. Then, signalling for the temple doors to be opened wide, he stepped down from the dais. In a flurry of robes, every monk in the order got to his feet.
‘
Now, my brothers, we must hurry.
’
Now, my brothers, we must hurry.
’
Chapter 56
The soldier stood just below the ridge, the sights of his rifle centred on Luca’s chest.
‘Don’t shoot!’ Luca shouted, slowly raising his hands above his head. He’d taken a step towards the edge of the gulley when there was a muffled boom and a spray of loose snow shot towards him in a long, sweeping arc. As Luca threw himself back on to the ground, the soldier’s finger instinctively squeezed around the trigger.
There was a thunderous crack and a flame leaped from the end of the rifle. The bullet smacked into the snow just behind Luca, missing him by inches. The soldier was hugging the stock tighter into his shoulder, quickly taking aim once again, when a crack split the deep snow in front of him. It splintered into further cracks as the towering mass of the snow cornice jolted downwards, sending pressure waves fanning out across the entire width of the gulley.
The soldier rocked backwards, trying to steady his balance. The muzzle of his rifle dipped as the snow all around him started to move. The entire base of the cornice bulged outwards, collapsing under its own weight, and began tumbling down the face of the gulley. Its momentum wrenched snow from the farthest corners of the slope, dragging it down in a series of smaller slides.
The soldier flung himself forwards, his arms outstretched, desperately clawing against the streaming snow. Luca lunged towards him, trying to grab one of his hands, but the avalanche was now rolling downwards with an unstoppable force, and the soldier was swept from his grasp.
With a long rumbling boom, the wave of snow picked up everything in its path, tumbling down with terrifying speed. The snow was wet and heavy, melded together in vast chunks that spun ahead of the main flow like rubble. They bounced past the remaining soldiers, stretched out in single file along the length of the gulley.
As one, the soldiers looked up at the wall of snow crashing down towards them. Some simply stared in bewildered horror while others attempted to turn and run. With frightening ease the avalanche engulfed them all, their bodies disappearing from view within a couple of seconds.
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