Chapter 1 #2
Half of the table was filled with professors and researchers from the university, some with their wives, and the other half were administrators and benefactors of the university, like Sir Edward.
Dr. Lawrence Henry, the man who was to lead the expedition team, sat at the center of the table.
Next to him, an auburn-haired woman swatted his arm playfully.
From where Saffron sat, it seemed that the woman had a great deal of skin on display, with only a bit of black silk with gold embroidery covering her shoulders and chest. She had a rather adoring look on her heavily made-up face.
Saffron could understand the woman’s fawning attention.
Dr. Henry certainly cut a dashing figure for a history professor.
Blue eyes shone from a tanned, rugged face, and his black dinner jacket stretched tight over his broad shoulders.
If university rumors were to be believed, he often received such admiration from women young and old.
An elegant woman across the table seemed to be the exception.
She was watching Dr. Henry and his dinner companion from the corner of her eye, black hair framing a slightly older face with sharp, dark eyes.
The man she was speaking to, a professor of ecology, was talking on and on without noticing his audience was preoccupied.
Given the withering look she gave the woman in black and Dr. Henry, Saffron guessed the older woman was Mrs. Henry.
Mr. Ashton was seated at the far end of the table, in conversation with a serious-looking young man. The man he spoke to could have been on the university’s staff, though it was hard to be sure. Blond and pleasant-looking, he closely resembled the masses on campus.
Mr. Ashton noticed her looking at him and smiled slightly. Saffron briefly returned his smile and looked away. In her experience, it was best not to encourage her colleagues.
Dr. Berking had, at last, made his appearance, but sat far to the other end of the table, out of Saffron’s sight.
Saffron sat next to Dr. Maxwell, far down the table near Lady Agatha, Sir Edward’s wife.
Full of recent discoveries, plans for publications, and university news, the conversation surrounding her distracted her from Berking’s odious presence.
Saffron mostly listened, hungry for further details about the expedition and what the researchers would do while they were there.
The trip had been announced just a month ago, giving the departments hardly any time to prepare.
Harry Snyder, Dr. Henry’s assistant, was seated on her other side. With small brown eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, and thin lips that emphasized his large, impeccable teeth, he looked rather like a rodent. His demeanor, skittish and reticent, matched his mousy appearance.
“Mr. Snyder, will you be joining Dr. Henry on the expedition?” Saffron asked.
“Yes,” Snyder replied, his eyes not leaving his plate.
“I understand Dr. Henry visited both India and Spain in the last few years. Have you accompanied him on previous expeditions?”
To this, Snyder only nodded, his black hair slick with pomade bobbing over his plate. Saffron considered her own plate of delicately cut roast beef, wondering if the meal was really that interesting or if Harry Snyder really didn’t want to speak with her.
“What do you do for Dr. Henry while abroad?” she asked.
Snyder frowned at her from behind his glasses. “Assist him, of course.”
Saffron sighed into her water glass. Dr. Maxwell was occupied in a conversation with another professor on her other side, and so Saffron continued extracting answers from Snyder, like pulling sore teeth.
“For how long will the team be gone? I’ve heard it’s sure to be more than six weeks, but no longer than four months.”
Snyder glanced down the table to where Dr. Henry was still entertaining the woman in black. “The plan is to be in Brazil for five months, with two weeks of travel time on either end.”
Saffron raised a brow at the cagey way Snyder spoke and, matching his hushed voice, asked, “What sort of work requires the team to be gone for so long?”
He bit his lip, eyes darting down to Dr. Henry once again. “Five departments have representatives going, in addition to those who are going to complete data collection independently.”
Saffron was coming to enjoy taunting Snyder with her questions. He seemed to think it all a big secret, and Saffron loved uncovering secrets. She added, “Where, precisely, are you going in Brazil?”
Snyder looked torn. He patted his mouth with his napkin, then examined his wineglass as he said, “I don’t think I can …
er, well, I shouldn’t say …” When it became clear Saffron would continue to look at him expectantly, her eyes wide and inviting, he cleared his throat.
“We’ll be focused mostly on the mouth of the river and Marajó Island.
Keeping close to civilization, that is.”
“Why is that, Mr. Snyder? Certainly a lot of exploration has already been done in that part of the world. Alexander Van Humboldt sent back nearly fifteen thousand species from his travels. And he was hardly the first nor the last to explore there.”
He looked mildly affronted, his hesitation to speak on the subject evaporating. “Not everything about an area can be learned in one go. Besides, if you’ve had the benefit of examining a map, you will find that Venezuela is quite a distance from Brazil.”
With patience she didn’t feel, Saffron replied, “What I mean is that the , which extends far beyond the limits of Brazil, has been a focal point of exploration for hundreds of years. Has Dr. Henry been in contact with Percy Fawcett? His descriptions of the lost city of Z are fascinating. It sounds like a terrestrial Atlantis.”
Snyder snorted. “Fawcett isn’t a true academic.
The things he claims to have seen are hardly worth contemplating.
A dog with two noses? A snake the length of an autobus?
I think not. Dr. Henry believes there is quite a bit about the real history and culture of the indigenous people in the area that has yet to be discovered.
” With a sneer, he added, “The animal and plant people can always find more to look at.”
Snyder clearly didn’t recognize her as one of the “plant people.”
Dr. Maxwell turned toward their conversation and smiled wryly. “Yes, indeed. Thousands and thousands of organisms in every square meter of land over there. A most intriguing place. I’m sure Dr. Henry will find more than what he is looking for there.”
These last words looked to taste a little sour to Maxwell, Saffron noted. His eyes lacked their usual softness, and he quickly turned back to his supper.
Snyder seemed to think this was the end of the conversation, which was fine with Saffron.
As she ate bites of Waldorf salad, her eyes fell again on the woman she suspected to be Mrs. Henry.
She was now looking down the table to the man Mr. Ashton had spoken to earlier.
The man seemed to smirk back at her. Though no doubt a decade older than him, her returning look was sly, almost smiling.
Saffron realized Mr. Snyder was speaking to her again.
“I’m always so shocked by who wants to come on these grueling trips.
Dr. Henry has to reject most applications just based on lack of experience in the field alone.
” He leaned closer to her, near enough that Saffron could see the fingerprint marring the shine of his eyeglasses.
“Although there are other considerations. Take Dr. Maxwell, next to you. Dr. Henry rejected his offer to join the expedition outright.”
Snyder shot a glance to her left at Dr. Maxwell, deep in conversation with a professor of mineralogy.
“Dr. Maxwell?” Saffron repeated, trying not to sound surprised. Dr. Maxwell surely hadn’t applied to go on the expedition. He was far too old to be traveling down a great river in the heat of the equator! She’d thought his comment about his wife declaring he couldn’t go was a joke.
“Oh yes,” Snyder said, stabbing his salad with his fork.
“Dr. Henry was surprised when he said he intended to come along, and he tried to let him down easy. Poor man seemed fairly cut up, though.” Obviously, he didn’t know that she worked for the professor he was gossiping about.
Nor did he seem to mind talking about the expedition now he wasn’t revealing their plans.
Before she could say anything, he pressed on.
“They had a rather dreadful row, I’m afraid.
Dr. Maxwell told Dr. Henry that we’d be lucky to return from the expedition with all our men alive, with so many dangerous things lurking in the jungle.
Animals and natives everywhere! Just waiting to creep up on you …
” His enthusiasm seemed to fade slightly.
Then he perked back up, saying, “But that’s why Dr. Henry insisted on leading the crew.
His experience and skills will no doubt ensure our safety. ”
Luckily, Snyder had little else to say to her the rest of the meal. Irritation and confusion dampened her appetite, and Saffron spent the rest of the meal wondering if she’d regret venturing out of her little corner of university life.