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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Where none dare seek us." Ismail held the lamp high, shielding its wick with a hollowed palm and peering about him as if in doubt, his ragged beard looking like smoke in the wind; for a wind blew down all the passages in Khinjan. King examined the lamp. It was of bronze and almost as surely ancient Greek as it surely was not Indian.
Earth's Drink had been blocked by the explosion and had found a new way over the barrier before plunging down again into the bowels of the world. The one sky-flung leap it made as its weight burst down a mountain wall was enough to blot out Khinjan forever, and what had been a dry mile-wide moat was a shallow lake with death's rack and rubbish floating on the surface. The earth rocked.
I will take his letter. And in Khinjan I will spread news about pardons. It is likely there are fifty there who will dare follow me back, and then we shall march down the Khyber like a full company of the old days! Who says that is not a good plan?" There were several who said it was not, but they happened to have nothing the matter with them and could have marched at once.
Mere mention of the place made them regard Orakzai Pathan and hakim with new respect, as having right of entry through the forbidden gate. "Then I have it!" the Pathan announced at once, for he was awake to opportunity. "Many of you can hardly march. Rest ye here and let the hakim treat your belly aches. Bull-with-a-beard bade me wait here for a letter that must go to Khinjan to-day. Good.
He was listening to the still small voice that told him half of his purpose was accomplished. He had probed Khinjan Caves, and knew the whole purpose for which the lawless thousands had been gathering and were gathering still. Remained, to thwart that purpose. And he had no more doubt of there being a means to thwart it than a mathematician has of the result of two times two, applied.
There they sat, watching the stars. And there they saw the dawn come. Morning looks down into Khinjan hours after the sun has risen, because the precipices shut it out. But the peaks on every side are very beacons of the range at the earliest peep of dawn.
Pardon and leave to march again behind British officers loomed bigger in their eyes than the green banner of the Prophet, which could only lead to more outrageous outlawry. They knew Khinjan men were flesh and blood humans with hearts as well as they. But caution had a voice yet. "She will catch thee in Khinjan Caves," suggested the man with part of his nose missing.
"Good men and good luck to 'em!" Then he rode back to his own men. "Where starts the trail to Khinjan?" be asked; not that he had forgotten it, but to learn who knew. "This side of Ali Masjid!" they answered all together. "Two miles this side. More than a mile from here," said Ismail. "What next? Shall we camp here? Here is fuel and a little water. Give the word " "Nay-forward!" ordered King.
He let them think anything they chose, knowing well that what had unnerved him had at least rendered them amenable to leading. They would have no more dared go back without him, and without at least a hundred others, than they would have dared go and hunt in the ruins of Khinjan.
There isn't enough oil pressed among the 'Hills' to keep these caves going for a day. Where does it all come from?" She laughed, as a mother laughs at a child's questions, finding delicious enjoyment in instructing him. "There are three villages, not two days' march from Khabul, where men have lived for centuries by pressing oil for Khinjan Caves," she said. "The Sleeper fetched his oil thence.
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