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“He is clearly a brave man. Fancy crawling right up to the gates like
that,” said Aryenis. “Is he also a soldier?”
“Not always, though he has fought much. He is an engineer, one who
has knowledge of building and mines, and the making of all kinds of
metal-work and such things.”
“And the darker-faced men?”
“Yes, they are soldiers. One of them--the one who spoke to you this
morning--is one of the kind skilled in making forts and in attacking
them. He was with Wrexham in the wars. The other is an ordinary soldier
who was under my command. Both are very brave and have seen many
battles.”
“But why have they darker faces than you? At least, their faces are not
much darker than yours, Harilek, but their skins are, as I can tell
by their hands and feet. But your face is only dark from sun, for your
skin is white like mine. I could see that when your hat was off. Are
they of a different race?”
“Yes. They live in a very hot country which is ruled by my people.”
“And were you a commander of many men there?”
“During the war I was a commander of a thousand men, like the one who
helped us in the gate.”
This was a bit of an exaggeration considering the frequently pitiable
proportions of my battalion in the more hectic days of the war. Still,
at the dépôt I once commanded nearly thirteen hundred, so the average
was not too bad. Besides, “commander of a thousand” sounded something
like an old Greek title I remembered, and I couldn’t go into details of
modern military organization.
“‘Commander of a thousand.’ Then you must be a big chief.”
“Not a bit. Only quite a little one. My country is very big.”
“Well, when you were older--for you are not old, any of you--you would
have been a commander of many more--a really big chief,” said she, with
feminine ignorance and optimism.
“Perhaps, perhaps not. But, anyway, I gave up being a soldier, and was
going back to my land in my own country where my sister lives. Then
Wrexham persuaded me to come with him to look for these hills which
were once seen by one of his ancestors.”
Just then Forsyth came up and suggested our halting for a while.
Wrexham and Payindah ought to be up with us, for we had been going over
two hours. If not, we ought to wait, and, if they did not come soon, go
back.
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