The Bourne Deception - By Robert Ludlum & Eric van Lustbader Page 0,15
lapped at the floor. As the thunder rumbled closer, Firth leaned into the light, as if for protection. He was carrying a bottle of arak by its neck.
Your faithful companion, Bourne said.
The doctor winced. Tonight, no amount of liquor will help.
Bourne held out his hand, and Firth handed him the bottle. He waited for Bourne to take a swig, then took possession of it. Though he sat back in the chair, he was far from relaxed. Thunder cracked overhead and all at once the downpour hit the thatch roof with the bang of a shotgun. Firth winced again, but he didnt take more arak. It appeared that even he had a limit.
Im hoping I can convince you to throttle back your physical training.
Why would I do that? Bourne said.
Because Willard pushes you too hard. Firth licked his lips, as if his body was dying for another drink.
Thats his job.
Maybe so, but hes not your doctor. He hasnt taken you apart and stitched you back together. He finally put the bottle down between his legs. Besides, he scares the bejesus out of me.
Everything scares you, Bourne said, not unkindly.
Not everything, no. The doctor waited while a crack of thunder shuddered overhead. Not torn-up bodies.
A torn-up body cant talk back, Bourne pointed out.
Firth smiled ruefully. You havent had my nightmares.
Thats all right. Bourne once again saw himself in the dirt and the blood of Tenganan. I have my own.
For a time nothing more was said. Then Bourne asked a question, but when the only answer forthcoming was a brief snore, he lay back in the bed, closed his eyes, and willed himself to sleep. Before the soft morning light woke him, he had returned, unwillingly, to Tenganan, where the heat of Moiras cinnamon musk mingled with the odor of his own blood.
Do you like it? Moira held up the cloth woven in the colors of the gods Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva: blue, red, and yellow. The intricate pattern was of interlocking flowers, frangipani, perhaps. Since the dyes used were all natural, some water-based, others oil-based, the threads took eighteen months to two years to finish. The yellowthe personification of Shiva, the destroyerwould take another five years to slowly oxidize and reveal its final hue. In double ikats the pattern was dyed into both the warp and weft threads so that when it was woven all the colors would be pure, unlike the more common single ikat weaving in which the pattern was only in one set of threads, the other being a background color such as black. The double ikat was part of every Balinese home, where it hung on a wall in a place of honor and respect.
Yes, Bourne had replied. I like it very much.
He was about to go into the surgery for the first of his two operations.
Suparwita said it was important I get a double ikat for you. She leaned closer. Its sacred, Jason, remember? Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva together will protect you from evil and illness. Ill make sure its near you all the time.
Just before Dr. Firth wheeled him into the surgery, she leaned even closer, whispered in his ear: Youll be fine, Jason. You drank the tea made from kencur.
Kencur, Bourne thought as Firth applied the anesthetic. The resurrection lily.
He dreamed of a temple high in the Balinese mountains while Benjamin Firth cut him open with little hope of his survival. Through the carved red gates of the temple rose the hazy pyramidal shape of Mount Agung, blue and majestic against the yellow sky. He was gazing down at the gate from a great height and, looking around, he realized that he was on the top step of a steep triple staircase, guarded by six ferocious stone dragons, whose bared teeth were easily seven inches long. The bodies of these dragons undulated upward on both sides of the three staircases, creating banisters whose solidity appeared to carry the stairs upward to the plaza of the temple proper.
As Bournes gaze was drawn again to the gates and Mount Agung, he saw a figure silhouetted against the sacred volcano, and his heart began to pound in his chest. The setting sun fell upon his face, and he shaded his eyes with one hand, straining to identify the figure, who now turned toward him. At once, he felt searing pain and pleasure.
At that precise moment Dr. Firth came across the curious abnormality in Bournes heart and began to work, knowing that he now had a chance to save