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was more laconic. He clasped Al’s hand very briefly. ‘Yeah, mate. Here we are.’
‘Ken. I saw Stu in Karachi. Sends you his best.’
Their eyes met briefly. Everyone sat down and George ordered more drinks. There was the business of supplies and logistics and porters and yaks to be discussed, then George briefly described their six clients, mostly for the benefit of the two Sherpas who would act as second guides to Ken and Al. The two Britons had been on Everest the year before, but with a different company who they believed had let them down. Now they had come to George and his US-based Mountain People to make one more attempt. The two Americans were experienced mountaineers too; the Australian was a less well-known quantity but he had been recommended by previous clients.
The Canadian doctor, George explained, had climbed McKinley in a group led by Ed Vansittart. Everyone at the table nodded. Ed had written to him to say that Dr Buchanan was an excellent medic, who really understood the demands of high-altitude climbing. She was in a unique position in the group because she had a staff role, but she was also a client who hoped to reach the summit with the rest of them. Although not highly experienced herself, she was physically strong and as tough-minded as any mountaineer he had ever met. She was also good company, he had added.
‘I think we’re lucky to have her with us,’ George concluded. ‘Al agreed with me.’
‘Seems A-okay to me,’ Ken said.
Al listened impassively to all of this, with the edge of his thumbnail minutely chafing the corner of his mouth.
George was folding up his lists. ‘And Adam Vries is sick.’
Ken clicked his tongue.
‘What’s the problem?’ asked Al.
‘Just a gut thing. A day or two, the doc says. We leave the day after tomorrow, as planned.’
Once the last pieces of equipment and batches of food supplies had been assembled, there was nothing more for the expedition members to do in Kathmandu but enjoy what would almost certainly be their last hot baths and clean sheets for two months.
‘Another beer?’ George asked them all, by way of a conclusion.
Ken had glanced up. ‘Speak of the devil,’ he said in a warmer voice than he had used before. The rest of them looked in the same direction.
Finch was hesitating in the doorway. Filling most of the wall behind the little group of climbers was a huge colour photograph. Against a hyper-real blue sky stood the huge bracket ridge and summit of Nuptse. Everest stood to the left, farther back and seeming smaller than its neighbour, and in the foreground was the monstrous spillage of the icefall and the dirty grey rubble of the Khumbu glacier.
George beckoned cheerfully, his head bobbing up to obliterate the South Col. ‘Here’s our doc. Come and join us, Finch.’ She stood at the edge of the group. Ken levered himself out of his wicker chair and offered it, but she only smiled at him. ‘I’ve just been to see Adam again.’
‘And?’
‘It’s a bad bout. But he should be okay to leave as planned.’
‘Finch, this is Pemba, and Mingma.’ She shook hands with each of them. ‘And Alyn Hood.’
Al had risen to his feet. He was much taller than Finch but when their eyes met they seemed on a level.
‘Hello,’ Finch said quietly.
Al said nothing at all. He held on to her hand for one second, then carefully released it. In the confusion of introductions no one else noticed the way that their eyes briefly locked and the flash of acknowledgement that passed between them. No one could have guessed that they knew each other already, or deduced a single episode of their history from the way they moved quietly apart again.
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