Windfall

Stafford looked up at the immensity of the envelope above, and then down again at the Land-Rover. It seemed strange that a structure the size of a six-storey office block could be folded up to fit in a small trailer. Ahead, rising from the floor of the gorge, was a big rock pillar, tapering to a needle point. 'Fischer's Column,' said Judy. She opened the lid of a box which was lashed to the side of the basket and took out a pair of binoculars. 'We should see rock hyrax. Believe it or not, they're the nearest relation to the elephant. Cuddly creatures.'

'Not too cuddly,' remarked Hunt. 'They carry rabies.'

They were now quite close to the ground, not more than fifty feet high, and Hunt was maintaining this height by short bursts of flame. For a moment Stafford thought they were going to crash into the rock column but they passed about twenty feet to one side. 'There,' said Judy. 'Those are hyrax.'

They were small animals which he would have taken to be rodents. A couple of dozen of them took fright and dashed for crevices in the rocks and disappeared. As they passed Hunt said, 'That's the closest I've been to Old Man Fischer. It's an old volcanic plug, you know.' He operated the burner control and the flame roared in a sustained burst. 'Up we go. There'll be bigger game ahead.'

The balloon rose and the strange landscape of Hell's Gate spread before them. The cliffs to the east were alive with birds which flew faster than any others Stafford had seen. Judy said they were Nyanza swifts. Ahead there was another, but smaller, rock column which he was told was called Embarta. As they rose above the cliffs the crater of the volcano Longonot came into view in the east and Hunt turned off the flame.

Stafford said, 'What kind of bigger game?'

'Oh, eland, zebra, impala – the usual inhabitants. Giraffe, perhaps.'

He saw them all. The zebra herds wheeled as the balloon shadow passed, and the giraffes galloped off in a rocking-horse canter. But none of the animals moved far away; as soon as the balloon drifted by they resumed their grazing and browsing placidly. Stafford said, 'Is this a game reserve?'

'Oh, no,' said Hunt. 'But there is plenty of game outside the reserves.' They were drifting lower and he had the binoculars to his eyes. 'Look there,' he said, handing them to Stafford. 'That tree by the big rock there. There's a leopard on the branch to the right. I wonder if he's the chap who's been visiting the College.' The leopard looked up incuriously, and yawned as the balloon went silently by.

'There's a lammergeier,' said Judy. There was an odd note of warning in her voice. Stafford looked to where she was pointing and saw a big bird circling.

Hunt said, 'That means our flight is nearly over. When the lammergeier goes up the balloon comes down.'

'Why?' asked Stafford. 'Is it likely to attack us?' He could imagine that a sharp beak and talons could make a few nasty rents in the thin fabric of the envelope.

Both Hunt and his sister went into fits of laughter. 'No,' Hunt said. 'A lammergeier wouldn't attack anything. He's a carrion eater. But when he's in the air it means that the ground has heated up enough to start thermals strong enough for him to soar. And balloons don't like thermals; the ride gets too bumpy and it can be positively dangerous. That's why we fly in the early morning.' He looked ahead. 'Still, we'll make it all the way through Hell's Gate.'

They all fell quiet and Stafford found himself in a dreamlike state, almost a trance. Ahead, on the crest of the pass, were puffs of white smoke drifting in the breeze and, from the ground, came the clear barking of baboons. They were nearly at the end of Hell's Gate and he saw, at last, why it was so named. What he had taken for smoke was steam escaping from a hundred fissures, and the violent hissing noise competed with the rumble of the balloon's flame.

'This is it,' said Hunt. 'Prepare for landing. Show Max how, Judy.'

She said, 'When Alan says "Now" crouch down in the basket and hang on to these rope handles – like this.' She demonstrated.

They passed over the steam jets and the balloon danced a little. There were flows of jagged lava which Stafford thought would do the balloon envelope a bit of no good should the balloon land among them. They went over those at a height of about fifty feet towards the open grassland beyond. Hunt said 'Now!' and Judy and Stafford crouched, but not before he had seen an eland looking at him with astonishment.

The basket made contact with the ground and he twisted his head to see Hunt yanking on a line. Above him the whole top of the envelope seemed to tear apart and he could see blue sky. Then the basket tipped on to its side and he was thrown on to his back alongside Judy. Everything was still and they had stopped moving.

'End of ride,' she said, and crawled out.