United States or Heard Island and McDonald Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
All of his precepts, taken singly or collectively, bid him be nothing but a man, and no law forbids him accept the hospitality of soldiers of another creed. So Jaidev Singh walked off to feed on curried beef that would have made a Hindoo know himself for damned. Cunningham then turned on Alwa. "Now is the time, Alwa-sahib," he said in a level voice.
His eyes were all for Rosemary McClean, but his gestures included all of them, and they all answered him with nods or grunts as each saw fit. "Send for the Sikh!" commanded Cunningham. Five minutes later, with a lump of native bread still in his fist, Jaidev Singh walked up and saluted. "Where is Byng-bahadur now?" asked Cunningham. "At Deeseera, sahib not shut in altogether, but hard pressed.
Go to the parapet, and when you see by their lanterns that the cavalry below have ridden off, then race for all you're worth with that news for Byng-bahadur!" "Salaam, sahib!" said the Sikh. "Salaam, Jaidev Singh. And now hide, every-body! Don't let Jaimihr get the impression that we're playing with him."
And because their faith is rather spiritual than fanatical based rather on the cause of things than on material effect men of that creed take first rank among fighting men. Jaidev Singh arrived soon after the moon had risen. The notice of his coming was the steady drumming footfall of his horse, that slowed occasionally, and responded to the spur again immediately.
Alwa considered that his inviolable hospitality should be too well known and understood to call for any explanation or expression; he would have considered it an insult to the Sikh's intelligence to have mouthed a welcome; he let it go for granted. "Jaidev Singh galloper to Byng-bahadur. I bring a letter for the Risaldar Mahommed Gunga, or for Cunnigan-sahib, whichever I can find first."
The Sikh came running, and Cunningham gave him the folded note. "Have you a horse for him, Alwa-sahib?" "That has been attended to, sahib," the Sikh answered. "The Alwa-sahib has given me a wonder of a horse." "Very well, then, Jaidev Singh. Watch your chance.
JAIDEV SINGH was a five-K man, with the hair, breeches, bangle, comb, and dagger that betoken him who has sworn the vow of Khanda ka Pahul. Every item of the Sikh ritual was devised with no other motive than to preserve the fighting character of the organization. The very name Singh means lion. The Sikh's long hair with the iron ring hidden underneath is meant as a protection against sword-cuts.
Word Of The Day