said. âIt was only half full, and my party checked out when I did.â
âWere they in the helicopter?â Theresa asked.
William nodded. âDidnât they get away?â
âNo. Sorry.â
William looked sober, but not cut-up. Bub guessed his âpartyâ werenât actual friendsâas George had been Bubâs friend.
âSo, William?â Theresa recalled his attention to her. âCan you be told what to do?â
He laughed. âNot really.â
âHow about you go check out the spa? Take Bub.â
âSure.â
Theresa looked from face to face, her gaze firm and steadying. âAre we all set?â
âWhat can I do?â Lily asked.
âPerhaps you can help me with my wife,â said Curtis. âSheâs here on the boat. If no one comes in the next few days weâll have to bury Adele. I want to be able to choose a good place. And I want her with me till then.â
Lily looked scared, but said, âYes, of course.â
âAre we all ready?â Theresa repeated. Bub saw how she made sure to meet every eye. The survivors made signs of assent. They braced themselves.
âBub and I will clear as manyââ William hesitated, then got a haughty look and went on as if delicacy were contemptible, ââbodies as we can before you arrive.â
âGood.â Theresa told Bub to fire up his engine and take them in to shore.
Sam and Jacob parked the Captiva beside the unfinished visitorâs centre, about a hundred metres from the predator-proof fence. A small woman in a Department of Conservation uniform was waiting at the gate of the reserve. âSam and Jacob,â she said. âIâm Belle. Theresa called me to say you were on your way. Before we leave, I should quickly fill the hopper.â
âOkay,â Jacob said, not knowing what the hopper was.
âYou can come with me if you like.â
They stepped inside the gate and Belle restored its padlock. Belle was a little pale, but she looked untouched. Jacob had onlyhad brief glimpses of yesterdayâs mayhem. He may not have seen the worst of itâlike Lily, William, Sam, and Theresa, all of whom had bloodstained clothes. But he had entered the No-Go, had felt it wipe the vitality out of every cell in his body, so he did have a feeling for the non-negotiable strangeness of the trouble they were in. Looking at Belle he could see that she hadnât quite got it yet. He didnât resent that. In fact Belleâs businesslike ordinariness soothed him, and he was content to follow her up the track through the glistening bush. Sam obediently tagged along after them. They stopped at the shed and Belle picked up a bag of feed. Then they all went on up the hill. Before theyâd gone far Belle stopped them and said, âShhh,â and, after a moment, Jacob saw the hunched green shape of a kakapo.
The bird stood on the trail ahead of them, peering at the ground. It was large, rounded, big-headed, and its feathers were several shades of green, some dulcet, some vivid, and some tipped black, as if theyâd been flocked with black velvet. The kakapo stretched out a claw to pick up a twig and move it from his path. Then, path cleared, he moved onâstill stooped and peering.
Belle whispered, âThatâs Tutira. Heâs very stealthy. He hates to make any noise when heâs walking.â
They waited till the bird had passed out of sight, then went on to a sunny clearing dusted with tobacco-brown beech leaves. A plastic hopper stood in the centre of the clearing, above a timber feeding trough. There was another kakapo perched on the hopper, dozing in the sun. This one was even bigger, and had a venerable halo of whiskers, like an Amish patriarch.
âThis is the All-Father,â Belle said. âHeâs fathered fifty chicks and heâs so old we donât even know how old he is.â Belle ripped open a bag of feed and
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