p&c.thunderhead-第19部分
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ing like a leader; not an assistant professor always deferring to her senior colleagues。
〃We've been making introductions;〃 Aragon said with a brief smile。 〃This is Luigi Bonarotti; camp manager and cook。〃 He stepped aside and indicated another figure who had e up behind him to meet Nora。
A man with dark Sicilian eyes leaned over and took her hand。 He was impeccably dressed in pressed khakis; beautifully groomed; and Nora caught the faint whiff of an expensive aftershave。 He took her hand and half…bowed with a kind of European restraint。
〃Are we really going to have to ride horses all the way to the site?〃 Black asked。
〃No;〃 Nora said。 〃You'll get to walk some; too。〃
Black's face tightened with displeasure。 〃I should have thought helicopters would make more sense。 I've always found them sufficient for my work。〃
〃Not in this country;〃 Nora said。
〃And where's the journalist who's going to be documenting all this for posterity? Shouldn't he be here? I've been looking forward to meeting him。〃
〃He's joining us at Wahweap Marina; along with Dr。 Goddard's daughter。〃
The others began to range themselves around the fire and Nora settled down on a log; enjoying the warmth; inhaling the scent of cedar smoke; listening to the hiss and crackle taunt the surrounding darkness。 As if from far away; she heard Black still muttering about having to ride a horse。 The flames capered against the sandstone bluff; highlighting the black; ragged mouths of caves。 She thought she saw a brief glow of light inside one of the caves; but it vanished as quickly as it had e。 Some trick of the eye; perhaps。 For some reason; she found herself thinking of Plato's parable of the cave。 And what would we look like; she thought; to those dwellers deep inside; gazing at shadows on the wall?
She realized that the murmur of conversation around her had died away。 Everyone was staring at the fire; absorbed in their own thoughts。 Nora glanced at the excited Holroyd; pleased that the remote…sensing specialist wasn't having second thoughts。 But Holroyd was no longer staring at the fire: he was staring beyond it; into the darkness of the cliff face。
Nora noticed Aragon look up; then Black。 Following their gaze; she again saw a flash of light inside one of the caves beyond the fire; fitful but unmistakable。 There was a faint clicking noise; and more yellow flashes。 Then a lone figure resolved itself; gray on black; against the darkness of the cave。 As it stepped forward out of the shadow of the sandstone bluff; Nora recognized the gaunt features of Ernest Goddard。 He came silently toward the group; his white hair painted crimson by the fire; staring at them through the flames and smoke。 He moved something within his hand; and the flashes returned yet again; flickering through his narrow fingers。
He stood for a long moment; holding each person in turn in his gaze。 Then he slipped whatever was in his hand into a leather bag and tossed it over the flames to Aragon; closest on the circle。 〃Rub them together;〃 he said; his whispery voice barely audible above the crackle of the campfire。 〃Then pass them around。〃
When Aragon handed her the bag; Nora reached inside and felt two smooth; hard stones。 She drew them out and held them to the firelight: beautiful specimens of quartz; river…tumbled by the look of them; carved with the ritual spiral design that signified the sipapu; the Anasazi entrance to the underworld。
In that instant; she recognized them for what they were。 Pulling them out of the glare of the fire; she rubbed them together; watching the miraculous internal sparks light up the hearts of the stones; flickering fiercely in the dark。 Watching her; Goddard nodded。
〃Anasazi lightning stones;〃 he said in his quiet voice。
〃Are they real?〃 asked Holroyd; taking them from Nora and holding them to the firelight。
〃Of course;〃 said Goddard。 〃They e from a medicine cache found in the great kiva at Keet Seel。 We used to believe the Anasazi used them in rain ceremonies to symbolize the generation of lightning。 But we aren't sure anymore。 The carved spiral represents the sipapu。 But then again; it might represent a water spring。 Again; nobody knows for sure。〃
He coughed lightly。 〃And that's what I'm here to say to you。 Back in the sixties; we thought we knew everything about the Anasazi。 I remember when the great southwestern archaeologist Henry Ash urged his students to seek other venues。 'It's a sucked orange;' he said。
〃But now; after three decades of mysterious and inexplicable discoveries; we realize that we know next to nothing about the Anasazi。 We don't understand their culture; we don't understand their religion。 We cannot read their petroglyphs and pictographs。 We do not know what languages they might have spoken。 We do not know why they covered the Southwest with lighthouses; shrines; roads; and signaling stations。 We do not know why; in 1150; they suddenly abandoned Chaco Canyon; burned the roads; and retreated to the most remote; inaccessible canyons in the Southwest; building mighty fortresses in the cliff faces。 What had happened? Who were they afraid of? A century later; they abandoned even those; leaving the entire Colorado Plateau and San Juan Basin; some fifty thousand square miles; uninhabited。 Why? The fact is; the more we discover; the more intractable these questions bee。 Some archaeologists now believe we will never know the answers。〃
His voice had dropped even further。 Despite the warmth of the fire; Nora couldn't help shivering。
〃But I have a feeling;〃 he whispered; his voice weaker; hoarser。 〃I have a conviction that Quivira will contain answers to these mysteries。〃
He glanced at each of them again; in turn。 〃All of you are about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime。 You're headed for a site that may prove to be the biggest archaeological discovery of the decade; perhaps even the century。 But let's not fool ourselves。 Quivira will be a place of mystery as well as revelation。 It may well pose as many questions as it answers。 And it will challenge you; physically and mentally; in ways you cannot yet imagine。 There will be moments of triumph; moments of despair。 But you must never forget that you are representing the Santa Fe Archaeological Institute。 And what the Institute represents is the very highest standard of archaeological research and ethical conduct。〃
He fixed Nora with his gaze。 〃Nora Kelly has been with the Institute only five years; but she has proven herself an excellent field archaeologist。 She is in charge; and I have put my plete trust in her。 I don't want anyone to forget that。 When my daughter joins you in Page; she will also report to Dr。 Kelly; there can be no confusion of mand。〃
He took a step away from the fire; back toward the darkness of the overhanging bluff。 Nora leaned forward; straining to hear; as his whisper mingled with the muttering fire。
〃There are some who do not believe the lost city of Quivira exists。 They think this expedition is foolhardy; that I'm throwing my money away。 There is even fear this will prove an embarrassment to the Institute。〃
He paused。 〃But the city is there。 You know it; and I know it。 Now go and find it。〃
13
THE EXPEDITION PASSED THROUGH PAGE; ARIZONA; at two o'clock that afternoon; the horse trailers followed by the pickup and the van; threading caravan…style down through town to the marina; where they edged into the gigantic asphalt parking lot facing Lake Powell。 Page was one of the new Western boomtowns that had sprung up like a rash on the desert; built yesterday and already shabby。 Its trailer parks and prefabs sprawled down toward the lakeshore through a barren landscape of greasewood and saltbush。 Beyond the town rose the three surreal smokestacks of the coal…fired Navajo Generating Station; each climbing almost a quarter mile into the sky; issuing plumes of white steam。
Beyond the town lay the marina and Lake Powell itself; a green sinuosity worming its way into a fantastical wilderness of stone。 It was huge: three hundred miles long; with thousands of miles of shoreline。 The lake was a breathtaking sight; a sharp contrast to the banality of Page。 To the east; the great dome of