Timeline - Michael Crichton [152]
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With her free hand, she grabbed a passing paddle and used the force of the wheel to drag her body downward against de Kere’s restraining grip. Her arms burned with the tension, but it worked—the boards cracked—de Kere was falling through—he released her—and she fell the final few feet toward boiling white water around the wheel.
And then there was a flash of yellow light, and the wooden building above her vanished in a hot roar. She glimpsed boards flying in all directions, and then she upended and plunged head first into the icy water. She saw stars, briefly, and then she lost consciousness beneath the churning water.
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Chris was awakened by the shouts of soldiers. He looked up, to see soldiers running across the mill bridge in great confusion. He saw a monk in a white robe climb out a window from the larger building, then he realized it was Marek, hacking at someone inside with his sword. Marek slid down on vines until he was low enough to risk jumping, then dropped into the river. Chris didn’t see Marek come to the surface.
He was still watching when the flour mill exploded in a blast of light and flying timbers. Soldiers, thrown into the air by the force of the explosion, tumbled like dolls from the battlements. As the smoke and dust cleared, he saw that the flour mill was gone—all that remained were a few wooden timbers, now burning. Dead soldiers floated in the river below, which was thick with boards from the shattered mill.
He still didn’t see Marek anywhere, and he didn’t see Kate, either. A white monk’s robe drifted past him, carried by the current, and he had the sudden sick feeling that she was dead.
If so, then he was alone. Risking communication, he tapped his earpiece and said softly, “Kate. André.”
There was no response.
“Kate, are you there? André?”
He heard nothing in his earpiece, not even static.
He saw a man’s body floating face down in the river, and it looked like Marek. Was it? Yes, Chris was sure: dark-haired, big, strong, wearing a linen undershirt. Chris groaned. Soldiers farther up the bank were shouting; he turned to see how close they were. When he looked back at the river again, the body had floated away.
Chris dropped back down behind the bushes and tried to figure out what to do next.
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Kate broke the surface, lying on her back. She floated helplessly downstream with the current. All around her, beams of jagged wood were smashing down into the water like missiles. The pain in her neck was so severe it made her gasp for breath, and with each breath, electric shocks streaked down her arms and legs. She couldn’t move her body at all, and she thought she was paralyzed, until she slowly realized that she could move the very tips of her fingers, and her toes. The pain began to withdraw, moving up her limbs, localizing now in her neck, where it was very severe. But she could breathe a little better, and she could move all her limbs. She did it again: yes, she could move her limbs.
So she wasn’t paralyzed. Was her neck broken? She tried a small movement, turning ever so slightly to the left, then to the right. It was painful as hell, but it seemed okay. She drifted. Something thick was dripping into her eye, making it hard to see. She wiped it away, saw blood on her fingertips. It must be coming from somewhere on her head. Her forehead burned. She touched it with the flat of her hand. Her palm was bright red with blood.
She drifted downstream, still on her back. The pain was still so strong, she didn’t feel confident to roll over and swim. For the moment, she drifted. She wondered why the soldiers hadn’t seen her.
Then she heard shouts from the shore, and realized that they had.
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Chris peered over the bushes just in time to see Kate floating on her back downstream. She was injured; the whole left side of her face was covered in blood, flowing from her scalp. And she wasn’t moving much. She might be paralyzed.
For a moment, their eyes met. She smiled slightly. He knew if he revealed himself now he would be captured, but he didn’t hesitate. Now that