His brother whistled. “Tall order! What's your plan?” “Haven't one--yet. Know more when I'm nearer Khinjan. You can help no end.” “How? Name it!” “I shall go up in disguise. Nobody can put the stain on as well as you. But tell me something first. Any news of a holy war yet?” His brother nodded. “Plenty of talk about one to come,” he said. “We keep hearing of that lashkar that we can't locate, under a mullah whose name seems to change with the day of the week. And there are everlasting tales about the 'Heart of the Hills.”' “No explanation of 'em?” Athelstan asked him. “None! Not a thing!” “D'you know of Yasmini?” “Heard of her of course,” said his brother. “Has she come up the Pass?” His brother laughed. “No, neither she nor a coach and four.” “I have heard the contrary,” said Athelstan. “Heard what, exactly?” “She's up the Pass ahead of me.” “She hasn't passed Ali Masjid!” said his brother, and Athelstan nodded. “Are the Turks in the show yet?” asked Charles. “Not yet. But I know they're expected in.” “You bet they're expected in!” The younger man grinned from ear to ear. “They're working both tides under to prepare the tribes for it. They flatter themselves they can set alight a holy war that will put Timour Ilang to shame. You should hear my jezailchies talk at night when they think I'm not listening!” “The jezailchies'll stand though,” said Athelstan. “Stake my life on it!” said his brother. “They'll stick to the last man!” “I can't tell you,” said Athelstan, “why we're not attacking brother Turk before he's ready. I imagine Whitehall has its hands full. But it's likely enough that the Turk will throw in his lot with the Prussians the minute he's ready to begin. Meanwhile my job is to help make the holy war seem unprofitable to the tribes, so that they'll let the Turk down hard when he calls on 'em. Every day that I can point to forts held strongly in the Khyber is a day in my favor. There are sure to be raids. In fact, the more the merrier, provided they're spasmodic. We must keep 'em separated--keep 'em from swarming too fast--while I sow other seeds among 'em.” His brother nodded. Sowing seeds was almost that family's hereditary job. Athelstan continued: “Hang on to Ali Masjid like a leech, old man! The day one raiding lashkar gets command of the Khyber's throat, the others'll all believe they've won the game. Nothing'll stop 'em then! Look out for traps. Smash 'em on sight. But don't follow up too far!” “Sure,” said Charles. “Help me with the stain now, will you?”