Or what? Yulia asked.
Ah! shouted Van irritably. Thats what Im talking about. Youd better not say anything. Dont say anything, or, he thought up, I wont take you anywhere.
Debby pointed with her finger that she was silent.
Dont do that, Van said, mocking Debby. Lets go to the palace.
Wait a minute! Jean-Pierre stopped him. We have many questions, and we would like to understand how we got here and how it is possible that we are still alive.
Little Van stopped for a second and turned to Jean-Pierre in surprise.
How should I know exactly how you got here? You tell me.
We crashed in a plane and ended up in a cave somewhere in the Himalayas. And an old man, his name was Bhrigu, he Jean-Pierre saw Vans little face change.
The little creatures eyes rounded, and for the first time a sincere rather than sarcastic smile shone on his face, then he closed his eyes and bowed his head.
Ha-ha-ha, Van laughed in his squeaky voice. The old man?! He is a great rishi. A sage who can travel from one planet to another. The keeper of the path between the worlds.
Oh crap, Jean-Pierre whispered.
Do you think he sent us here on purpose? David asked Jean-Pierre quietly.
How should I know? If he is so great, he might have.
Yes, Yulia shook her head. He probably didnt like it very much when you grabbed him by his clothes and shook him.
Is he a great sage? Dr Capri clarified. Could he have sent us here?
Apparently, yes, Van said uncertainly. We should ask Dandin. He is the kings assistant. And the sage Bhrigu is a great soul. Come, we cant stand still for long.
Little Van walked in small steps ahead.
We have to find out everything, Dr Capri said, warning Jean-Pierres words. We must follow him.
Em, doctor, I wouldnt be so sure, replied the Frenchman. Look, Tulu-Manchi Jean-Pierre began to speak.
Yes, look, were on the Sun, smiled the doctor, we have to find out what all this means.
Everyone smiled and got up to follow Van.
Van, Debby called out, why cant we stand for a long time?
Van answered without turning around:
Drown.
Well, Jean-Pierre grudgingly agreed and started walking with the others, then at least we wont have to drag, and he tried to lift Van into his arms.
It turned out that the little creature was very heavy. Van slapped Jean-Pierre on the fingers and jumped away from him.
Dont you dare touch me! Van squeaked.
I just wanted to speed up our walk, Jean-Pierre said, continuing to be surprised by Vans weight.
Speed up? Van shook his head. Well, he said, and rose above the surface, he floated through the air with increasing speed.
Part 3 Chapter 29
The cell phone began buzzing on the table beside the bed. Bernard Bajolet opened his eyes, looked up at the ceiling for a second, and tried to guess what the call might be about. He held the phone to his ear.
Monsieur, Im sorry to call you at this hour, the temporary assistant named Desiree began to justify herself.
It is your job, said Bernard, without much ado. To the point.
General assembly again. The Indians found a helicopter carrying a Russian engineer from Roscosmos and a doctor from the observatory in Kathmandu. They were the ones who detected the signal the assistant wanted to continue.
I know. Car! Monsieur Bajolet interrupted her.
Already downstairs.
Bernard Bajolet hung up and quickly got ready. In five minutes he was in the car. Twenty minutes later, he entered the hall he was already familiar with and sat down at his seat. There were several people in the hall besides him. Everyone looked sleep-deprived. Igor Komarov entered the hall and looked at his watch. Mr. Bajolet nodded at him in greeting. The screen began to set up a video conference call with the Indian military base.
More and more people began to enter the hall. Soon an Indian general entered the room, speaking on the phone, and informed his colleagues that the video conference should begin.
Will we be able to start soon? Jean-Jacques Dordain asked via microphone.
Yes, replied the general, helicopter pilots are already there.
A small conference room appeared on the screen. The camera was fixed on top and showed a simply furnished room. A great number of military men were sitting at the table.
So, gentlemen, the Indian general hung up his phone and began speaking into the microphone. Our team just returned from a rescue expedition. We found the pilot, Captain Shah, the co-pilot and the military communicator. They were sent by the Nepalese military as an escort the general didnt have time to finish.
Excuse me, Igor Komarov interrupted him, have you found Yulia Danilina?
Um No, replied the general.
What?! But what happened? the head of Roscosmos began to get nervous.
Thats why we asked Captain Shah to tell us his version of what happened. It is more about the missing plane.
There was a pause. It was obvious that the signal had already reached the military base, but Captain Shah didnt start any explanation.
He doesnt speak English, so he will be translated, the general added. Please, Captain Shah, tell us what happened.
A few more seconds of silence and everyone heard the tired voice of the Nepali pilot. The Indian military interpreter began to speak:
We left our base yesterday morning. We had two civilians with us. One was a Russian girl from Roscosmos, the other was Dr Capri from Kathmandu Observatory, the interpreter swallowed, clearly worried. We were moving to the specified quadrant near Kanchenjunga. Near the supposed place of the emission, all the helicopter systems shut down. We contacted the base
Shut down? the Russian general sitting next to Igor Komarov asked into the microphone. Describe in details what happened.
There was a pause again.
I dont know, briefly, but with a shiver in his voice the Indian soldier translated, all systems simply turned off. I hardly landed the machine.
The captain was silent for a moment, reconstructing the chronology of events in his memory.
No one was hurt. When we got out of the helicopter, we met an English tourist. He was alone. He saw us falling and came to help. We tried to get the helicopter going again, but we were stopped by first the captain and then the interpreter fell silent.
The hall filled with tension. Everyone in the hall could see the captain, torn by some inner dilemma, looking around and not finding a place, either looking at the interpreter or somewhere to the side. He looked at the man next to him in the same uniform and made up his mind:
We saw the plane crash. It scattered right in the air, and then, the interpreter paused and shifted his gaze to somewhere behind the camera. Then it disappeared.
Is he talking about the missing Paris-Tokyo flight? the head of ESA asked his colleagues without using the microphone.
Yes, several voices came from the audience.
It all fits, said the French general sitting next to Bernard Bajolet.
Captain Shah was silent again.
Captain, the Indian general asked him, clarify what do you mean by the words disappeared.
I mean that the plane just disappeared right in the air. The visibility was good, and we could hear the turbines roaring. It was flying away from us at an altitude of maybe a couple of kilometers. Maybe lower. And then the whole front just disappeared in the air.
Maybe it was clouds or fog? someone in the audience suggested.
No, the captain shook his head when the interpreter voiced the Europeans hypothesis.
I saw it with my own eyes, and so did they, the interpreter continued, and Captain Shah pointed to his subordinates, and the civilians saw it too.
But where are they? burst out from the Roscosmos head. What happened to them?
We saw part of the plane, the tail part, the interpreter clarified. It came off the plane and fell slowly not far from us. We rushed over there.