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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Aye!" "I am Kurram Khan, the dakitar, but who in the 'Hills' would believe it? Look now look ye and tell me what is wrong?" He pointed to the horse, and they stood in a row and stared. "Shorten those stirrups, then, six holes at the least! Men will laugh at me if I ride like a British arrficer!" "Aye!" said Ismail, hurrying to obey. "Aye! Aye! Aye!" agreed the others.
"The price of an entrance has come of late to be the life of an English arrficer! Many an one the English have dubbed Ghazi, because he crossed the border and buried his knife in a man on church parade! They hang and burn them, knowing our Muslim law, that denies Heaven to him who is hanged and burned.
Yet the man they miscall ghazi sought but the key to Khinjan Caves, with no thought at all about Heaven! Thou art a British arrficer. It may be they will let thee enter the Caves at her bidding. It may be, too, that they will keep thee in a cage there for some chief's son to try his knife on when the time comes to win admission!
Solemn, almost motionless, squatted on their hunkers, they looked like two great vultures watching an animal die. "What have they done that they should be sent away?" asked Ismail. "What have they done that they should be sent to the fort, where the arrficer will put them in irons?" "Why should he put them in irons?" asked King. "Why not? Here in the Khyber there is often a price on men's heads!"
To King sahib, the arrficer at Ali Masjid I bore a letter also, and left it as I passed." "Had they no spare horse at Ali Masjid? That beast is foundered." "There are two horses there, and both lame. The man who thou sayest is thy brother is heavy on horses." King nodded. "What is in the letter?" he asked. "Nay! Have I eyes that can see through paper?"
"I order you!" "Nay! I am a true man! I will eat the letter rather!" "Tell me who wrote it, then." But the fellow shook his head, still eying the pistol as if it were a snake about to strike. "I have eaten the salt!" he said. "May dogs eat me if I break faith! Who art thou, to ask me to break faith? An arrficer? That must be a lie!
"Athelstan King a British arrficer sent on his way to these 'Hills' to spy!" It was like having spells cast on himself to order! "Where is his body?" "Ask the vultures! Ask the kites!" "And thy witnesses?" Hoping against hope, King turned and waved his hand. As he did so, being quick-eyed, he saw Ismail drive an elbow home into Darya Khan's ribs, an caught a quick interchange of whispers.
King obeyed, without looking at the thing, and Ismail, turning to face the crowd, rose on tiptoe and filled his lungs for the effort of his life. "The head of Cappitin Attleystan King infidel kaffir British arrficer!" he howled. "Good!" the crowd bellowed. "Good! Throw it!" The crowd's roar and the roof's echoes combined until pandemonium. "Throw it to them, Kurram Khan!"
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