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Then
,
like
the
body
of
a
man
diving
chest
-
first
and
arms
outstretched
,
serenely
abandoned
to
the
sweep
of
the
fall
,
the
plane
went
down
and
vanished
behind
the
ridges
of
rock
.
She
flew
on
,
almost
waiting
for
it
to
reappear
,
unable
to
believe
that
she
had
witnessed
a
horrible
catastrophe
taking
place
so
simply
and
quietly
.
She
flew
on
to
where
the
plane
had
dropped
.
It
seemed
to
be
a
valley
in
a
ring
of
granite
walls
.
She
reached
the
valley
and
looked
down
.
There
was
no
possible
place
for
a
landing
.
There
was
no
sign
of
a
plane
.
The
bottom
of
the
valley
looked
like
a
stretch
of
the
earth
’
s
crust
mangled
in
the
days
when
the
earth
was
cooling
,
left
irretrievable
ever
since
.
It
was
a
stretch
of
rocks
ground
against
one
another
,
with
boulders
hanging
in
precarious
formations
,
with
long
,
dark
crevices
and
a
few
contorted
pine
trees
growing
half
-
horizontally
into
the
air
.
There
was
no
level
piece
of
soil
the
size
of
a
handkerchief
.
There
was
no
place
for
a
plane
to
hide
.
There
was
no
remnant
of
a
plane
’
s
wreck
.
She
banked
sharply
,
circling
above
the
valley
,
dropping
down
a
little
.
By
some
trick
of
light
,
which
she
could
not
explain
,
the
floor
of
the
valley
seemed
more
clearly
visible
than
the
rest
of
the
earth
.
She
could
distinguish
it
well
enough
to
,
know
that
the
plane
was
not
there
;
yet
this
was
not
possible
.
She
circled
,
dropping
down
farther
.
She
glanced
around
her
—
and
for
one
frightening
moment
,
she
thought
that
it
was
a
quiet
summer
morning
,
that
she
was
alone
,
lost
in
a
region
of
the
Rocky
Mountains
which
no
plane
should
ever
venture
to
approach
,
and
,
with
the
last
of
her
fuel
burning
away
,
she
was
looking
for
a
plane
that
had
never
existed
,
in
quest
of
a
destroyer
who
had
vanished
as
he
always
vanished
;
perhaps
it
was
only
his
vision
that
had
led
her
here
to
be
destroyed
.
In
the
next
moment
,
she
shook
her
head
,
pressed
her
mouth
tighter
and
dropped
farther
.
She
thought
that
she
could
not
abandon
an
incalculable
wealth
such
as
the
brain
of
Quentin
Daniels
on
one
of
those
rocks
below
,
if
he
was
still
alive
and
within
her
reach
to
help
.
She
had
dropped
inside
the
circle
of
the
valley
’
s
walls
.
It
was
a
dangerous
job
of
flying
,
the
space
was
much
too
tight
,
but
she
went
on
circling
and
dropping
lower
,
her
life
hanging
on
her
eyesight
,
and
her
eyesight
flashing
between
two
tasks
:
searching
the
floor
of
the
valley
and
watching
the
granite
walls
that
seemed
about
to
rip
her
wings
.
