curving eaves of the inn, and although it was some comfort to have a roof over my head for the first time in months, I found that I missed looking at the stars as I fell asleep. I lay awake, half drunk, for a long time. Joshua slept the sleep of the innocent.
The next day Ahmad met us in front of the inn with two of his African guards and two extra camels in tow. "Come on, now. This may be the end of your journey, but it is merely a detour for me," Ahmad said. He threw us each a crust of bread and a hunk of cheese, which I took to mean we were to eat our breakfast on the way.
We rode out of Kabul and into the hills until we entered a labyrinth of canyons, which meandered through rugged mountains that looked as if they might have been shaped by God out of clay, then left to bake in the sun until the clay had turned to a deep golden color that reflected light in a spray that ate up shadows and destroyed shade. By noon I had no sense whatsoever of what direction we were traveling, nor could I have sworn that we weren't retracing our path through the same canyons over and over, but Ahmad's black guards seemed to know their way. Eventually they led us around a bend to a sheer canyon wall, two hundred feet tall, that stood out from the other canyon walls in that there were windows and balconies carved into it. It was a palace hewn out of solid rock. At the base stood an ironclad door that looked as if it would take twenty men to move.
"Balthasar's house," Ahmad said, prodding his camel to kneel down so he might dismount.
Joshua nudged me with his riding stick. "Hey, is this what you expected?"
I shook my head. "I don't know what I expected. Maybe something a little - I don't know - smaller."
"Could you find your way back out of these canyons if you had to?" Joshua asked.
"Nope. You?"
"Not a chance."
Ahmad waddled over to the great door and pulled a cord that hung down from a hole in the wall. Somewhere inside we heard the ringing of some great bell. (Only later would we learn that it was the sound of a gong.) A smaller door within the door opened and a girl stuck her head out. "What?" She had the round face and high cheekbones of an Oriental, and there were great blue wings painted on her face above her eyes.
"It's Ahmad. Ahmad Mahadd Ubaidullaganji. I've brought Balthasar the boy he has been waiting for." Ahmad gestured in our direction.
The girl looked skeptical. "Scrawny. You sure that's the one?"
"That's the one. Tell Balthasar he owes me."
"Who's that with him?"
"That's his stupid friend. No extra charge for him."
"You bring the monkey's paws?" the girl asked.
"Yes, and the other herbs and minerals Balthasar asked for."
"Okay, wait here." She closed the door, was gone only a second, then returned. "Send just the two of them in, alone. Balthasar must examine them, then he will deal with you."
"There's no need to be mysterious, woman, I've been in Balthasar's house a hundred times. Now quit dilly-dallying and open the door."
"Silence!" the girl shouted. "The great Balthasar will not be mocked. Send in the boys, alone." Then she slammed the little door and we could hear her cackling echo out the windows above.
Ahmad shook his head in disgust and waved us over to the door. "Just go. I don't know what he's up to, but just go."
Joshua and I dismounted, took our packs off the camels, and edged over to the huge door. Joshua looked at me as if wondering what to do, then reached for the cord to ring the bell, but as he did, the door creaked open just wide enough for one of us to enter if we turned sideways. It was pitch black inside except for a narrow stripe of light, which told us nothing. Joshua again looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
"I'm just the stupid no-extra-charge friend," I said, bowing. "After you."
Joshua moved though the door and I followed. When we were inside only a few feet, the huge door slammed with a sound like thunder and we stood there in complete darkness. I'm sure I could feel things scurrying around my feet in the dark.
There was a bright flash and a great column of red smoke rose in front