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Updated: May 1, 2025
"Good!" said the general, but King thought his face clouded. "That thing is worth more than a hundred men. Jack Allison wore that same bracelet, unless I'm much mistaken, on his way down in disguise from Bukhara. So did another man we both knew; but he died. Be sure not to forget to give it back to her when the show's over, King." King nodded and grunted. "What's the news from Khinjan, sir?"
"Make thine own terms with her!" be growled. "Write the letter and send it! I hold thee; she holds Khinjan and the ammunition. I am between her and India. So be it. She shall starve in there! She shall lie in there until the war is over and take what terms are offered her in the end! Write thine own letter! State the case, and bid her answer!" "Very well," said King.
Just as the dawn was tinting the surrounding peaks with softest rose they topped a ridge, and Khinjan lay below them across the mile-wide bone-dry valley. They all stood and stared at it, leaning on their guns.
For the sake of appearances I'll gazette you Seconded to the Khyber Rifles. For the sake of success, get a pass from her!" "Very well, sir." "You've a brother in the Khyber Rifles, haven't you? Was it you or your brother who visited Khinjan once and sent in a report?" "I did, sir." He spoke without pride.
"We who are free of Khinjan Caves do not send men out to bring recruits. We know better than to bid our men tell lies for others at the gate. Nor, seeking proof for our new recruit, do we send men to hunt a head for him not even those of us who have a lashkar that we call our own, mullah Muhammad Anim. Each of us earns his own way in!"
The red eye-rims of the mullah blinked a time or two, and though he did not salute the bracelet, as others had invariably done, his manner underwent a perceptible change. "That is proof that she knows thee. What is thy name." "Kurram Khan." "And thy business?" "Hakim." "We need thee in Khinjan Caves! But none enter who have not earned right to enter! There is but one key. Name it!"
And now there was no need to restrain the men; they all stood and watched, to know what new turn affairs were taking. Most of them were staring downward at the Rangar's head as he urged the mare up the cliff path, when the explanation of Yasmini's message came. It was only King, urged by some intuition, who had his eyes fixed on Khinjan.
Nor would he explain why he would not go. Nor could he tell himself what held him, gazing at Khinjan, except that he thought of Yasmini and ached to know what she was doing.
"Otherwise, I and my men will storm Khinjan, and she and thou shall go down into Earth's Drink lashed together!" King shuddered, not because he felt afraid, but because some instinct told him to make the mullah think him afraid. He was far too interested to be fearful. "Ye shall both be tortured before the plunge into the river! She shall be tortured in the Cavern of Earth's Drink before the men!"
"To Khinjan!" they howled, scattering through the camp, and the mullah came out to glare at them and tug his beard and wonder what possessed them. "To Khinjan!" they roared at him. "Lead us to Khinjan!" "To Khinjan, then!" he thundered, throwing up both arms in a sort of double apostolic blessing, and then motioning as if he threw them the reins and leave to gallop.
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