The Explorers' Club – Part 2: Base Camp

The night was a ritual of survey and obedience. She made him stand at attention beside the globe and recite coordinates. She sent him across the long room to fetch a particular chart, and watched him carry it back. She made him kneel by the fire and tell her, one at a time, his failings as an expedition member, and corrected each omission with a tap of her gloved hand on the arm of her chair. She walked behind him and set his shoulders square with two fingers, tilted his chin to the firelight and looked, for a long moment, with a clear, stern, loving gaze. It was exact, formal and wonderfully calm.

Every half hour: "Does Mr Pryce wish to continue?" "Yes, President." "Say it clearly." "I do. Thank you."

"The President does not require thanks." But she poured him a brandy herself.

At two the fire sank to a red glow.

"Base Camp," said Eugenia, softly.

It was her word, and she used it for them both. The gloves came off. The coat came off. She sat on the hearth rug beside him with her white hair coming down, and spread a tartan blanket over their knees.

"How are you?"

"Home," said Hector, with a shaky, happy laugh. "At base camp. Safe."

"You were a splendid expedition member." She kissed his forehead. "The finest I've ever led."

"Is there another expedition?"

"The spring survey." She grinned. "It will be very long. Extremely strict. And I will need a navigator."

"I'll bring the sextant," said Hector.

"You'll bring a very good pencil," said Eugenia, and the fire settled and sighed.

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