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Fred interrupted, pointing toward a few acres of level land to our left, below Zeitoon village but still considerably above the river level. "Is that Rustum Khan?" "He it is," said Kagig. "A devil of a man a wonder of a devil no friend of mine, yet I shook hands with him and I salute him! A genius! A cavalryman born. Our people are not cavalrymen. No place for horses, this.
Take your squadron and go find him, Rustum Khan! And I, sahib, obeyed my lord bahadur's orders." "Where is Lord Montdidier now?" "Who knows, sahib. Wherever the greatest need at the moment is." "Tell me what has happened." "You did well, sahib. The loosing of the horses and the shooting behind their backs put fear into the Kurds. They ceased pressing on our left wing.
But if the Turks try to storm the ramp, we'll draw them on. Then, hey presto! Down go the remaining trees, and into the middle of 'em rides our cavalry!" "What's the use of cavalry four abreast?" demanded Fred, in no mood to be satisfied with anything. "Rustum Khan is concentrating all his energy on teaching that one maneuver," Monty answered. "We come "
After a little while Maga whispered in Will's ear, and he went below with her. All the gipsies promptly followed. Otherwise in the darkness we might not have noticed where Will went. "That proves she is no gipsy!" vowed Rustum Khan, standing between Fred and me. "They, would have trusted one of their own kind." "They call her Maga Jhaere," said I. "The attaman's name is Jhaere.
"The Scholar Gipsy," "Obermann," "Switzerland," the melancholy majesty of the close of "Sohrab and Rustum," the tenderness of those elegiacs on two kindred graves beneath the Himalayas and by the Midland Sea; the surge and thunder of "Dover Beach," with its "melancholy, long-withdrawing roar;" these can only cease to whisper to us and console us in that latest hour when life herself ceases to "moan round with many voices."
"You've no call to make yourself out any better than he is!" he interrupted. And at that Maga Jhaere threw a kiss from across the room, but one could not tell whether her own dislike of Rustum Khan, or her approval of Will's support of Kagig was the motive.
English readers might contrast it with Matthew Arnold's picture of a Tartar camp in Sohrab and Rustum: The sun by this had risen, and clear'd the fog From the broad Oxus and the glittering sands. And from their tents the Tartar horsemen filed Into the open plain; so Haman bade Haman, who next to Peran-Wisa ruled The host, and still was in his lusty prime.
As a Muhammadan by creed he was in theory without caste and not to be defiled by European touch, but the practises of most folk fall behind their professions. A hundred yards ahead of us Maga was talking and gesticulating furiously, evidently railing at Kagig's wooden-headedness or unbelief. Monty sat listening, saying nothing. "What did you see, Rustum Khan?" asked Fred. "At first very little.
"Seems to me we're wasting time," and he strode out through the window on to the roof of the house below usually the shortest way from point to point in Zeitoon. Kagig followed him, and then Rustum Khan. The stars were no longer shining in the pale sky overhead, but it was dark where we were because of the mountains that shut out the dawn.
What am I? I have no wives, no lands any longer since the money-lenders closed their clutches on my eldest son, no hope, nor any fellowship with kings to lose! But I can fight, as thou knowest! Give me, sahib, to redeem thy promise, and go thou home to England!" "Sit down, Rustum Khan!" "But, sahib " "Sit down!" Monty repeated.
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