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.“But I don’t know who else he’ll choose out of Odell, Somervell, and me.If he picks the best climber, then the final place is mine.”“Why wouldn’t he pick the best climber?”“I’m not an Oxford or Cambridge man, old boy,” said Finch, mimicking his companion’s accent.“Young’s no snob,” said George.“He won’t let that influence his decision.”“We could of course pre-empt that decision,” suggested Finch with a grin.George looked puzzled.“What do you have in mind?”“We could set out for the summit first thing in the morning, and then sit around waiting to see which of them joins us.”“It would be a pyrrhic victory,” George suggested as he drained his drink.“A victory’s a victory,” said Finch.“Ask any Epirote how he feels about the word ‘pyrrhic.’”George made no comment as he crawled into his sleeping bag.Finch undid his fly buttons before slipping out of the tent.He looked up at the peak of Mont Blanc glistening in the moonlight, and even wondered if he could manage to climb it alone.When he crawled back into the tent, George was already fast asleep.“I can’t find either of them,” said Odell as he joined the rest of his colleagues for dinner.“I’ve looked everywhere.”“They’ve got an important day tomorrow, so they’ll be trying to rest,” said Young, as a bowl of hot consommé was placed in front of him.“But it’s never easy to sleep at minus twenty degrees.I will have to make a slight adjustment to tomorrow’s plan.” Everyone around the table stopped eating and turned toward him.“Odell, Somervell, and I will be joined by Herford.”“But what about Mallory and Finch?” asked Odell.“I have a feeling that the two of them will already be sitting at Grand Mulets, waiting for us to join them.”CHAPTER TWELVEMALLORY AND FINCH had already finished lunch by the time Young and his party joined them at the Grand Mulets refuge.Neither of them spoke as they waited to see how the expedition’s leader would react to their impudence.“Have you already tried for the top?” asked Young.“I wanted to,” said Finch as he followed Young into the hut, “but Mallory advised against it.”“Shrewd fellow, Mallory,” said Young, before unfolding an old parchment map and laying it out on the table.George and Finch listened intently as he took them all through his proposed route for the last 2,200 feet.“This will be my seventh attempt from the Courmayeur side,” he said, “and if we make it, it will only be the third time, so the odds are worse than fifty-fifty.” Young folded the map up and stowed it in his rucksack.He shook hands with Somervell, Herford, and Odell.“Thank you, gentlemen,” he said.“We’ll make every effort to be back with you by five.Half past at the latest.See that you have a cup of Earl Grey on the boil,” he added with a smile.“We can’t risk being any later,” he said as he looked up at the forbidding peak before turning to face his chosen companions.“Time to rope up.I can assure you, gentlemen, this is one lady you don’t want to be out with after dark.”For the next hour, the three of them worked their way steadily along a narrow ridge that would take them to within a thousand feet of the summit.George was beginning to wonder what all the fuss was about, but that was before they reached the Barn Door, a vast pinnacle of ice with sheer rock on both sides acting as bookends.There was a simpler, longer route to the summit, but as Young told them, that was for women and children.Young sat at the foot of the Barn Door and checked his map once again.“Now you’ll begin to understand why we spent all those weekends honing our rock-climbing skills.”George couldn’t take his eyes off the Barn Door, looking for any cracks in the surface, or indentations where other climbers had gone before them.He placed a foot tentatively in a small fissure.“No,” said Young firmly, as he walked across to take the lead.“Next year, possibly.”Young began to slowly traverse the giant overhanging pinnacle, often disappearing from view only, roped together as if by an umbilical cord, to reappear a few moments later.Each of them realized that if one of them made a single mistake, they would all come tumbling down.Finch looked up.Young was out of sight, and all he could see of George were the heels of two hobnail boots disappearing over a ridge.Inch by inch, foot by foot, Mallory and Finch followed slowly behind Young, aware that if they made the slightest error of judgment, the Barn Door would be slammed in their faces and seconds later they would be buried in an unmarked grave.Inch by inch…At Grand Mulets, Odell stood over a wood fire toasting a piece of bread, while Herford boiled a pot of water to make tea.“I wonder how far they’ve got,” said Odell.“Trying to find the key to the Barn Door would be my bet,” said Somervell.“I ought to be getting back,” said Odell, “so I can follow their progress through the hotel’s telescope.The moment I see that they’ve joined you, I’ll put in our orders for dinner.”“Along with a bottle of champagne,” suggested Somervell.Young heaved himself up onto the ledge above the Barn Door.He didn’t have to wait long before the two Georges joined him.No one spoke for some time, and even Finch didn’t pretend he wasn’t exhausted.A mere 800 feet above them loomed the summit of Mont Blanc.“Don’t think of it as being 800 feet away,” Young said.“It’s more like a couple of miles, and every foot you take will be into thinner and thinner air.” He checked his watch.“So don’t let’s keep the lady waiting.”Although the stony terrain appeared less demanding than the Barn Door, the climb was still treacherous; crevices, icy stones, and uneven rocks covered in only a thin film of snow lay in wait for them should they make the slightest mistake.The summit looked tantalizingly close, but the lady turned out to be a tease.It was another two hours before Young finally placed a foot on the summit.When Mallory first saw the view from the highest peak in the Alps he was lost for words.“Magnifique,” he finally managed, as he looked down on Madame Blanc’s precocious offspring, which stretched as far as the eye could see.“It’s one of the ironies of mountaineering,” said Young, “that grown men are happy to spend months preparing for a climb, weeks rehearsing and honing their skills, and at least a day attempting to reach the summit.And then having achieved their goal, they spend just a few moments enjoying the experience, along with one or two equally certifiable companions who have little in common other than wanting to do it all again, but a little higher.”George nodded, while Finch said nothing.“There’s one act I have to carry out, gentlemen,” said Young, “before we begin our descent.” He took a sovereign from his jacket pocket, bent down, and placed it in the snow at his feet.Mallory and Finch watched the little ritual with fascination, but said nothing.“The King of England sends his compliments, ma’am,” said Young, “and hopes that you will grant his humble subjects safe passage back to their homeland.”When Odell arrived back at the hotel a few minutes after four, the first thing he did was order a large flask of hot fruit punch before walking out onto the veranda to take up his post
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