British -- Asia -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
“My dear, I know that perfectly well. If we were dead he could do
nothing more for us; if we were alive we could look after ourselves.
His attitude is absolutely common-sensible. But he might have asked me
whether I minded before levanting in this way. No, he couldn’t very
well have done that. It’s a fine thing to have a Roman husband, Pen.”
“Of course it is, and you are proud of him for doing it.”
“Well, perhaps I am; but all the same, I wish he hadn’t! There’s
consistency for you. And now to try and make Murtiza Khan understand
what is required of him.”
The task set before the trooper was not a light one. He could have
found his way to Sheikhgarh with tolerable ease from the direction of
Alibad, but from this side of the hills he had only the vaguest idea
of its position. It must lie somewhere in the maze of rocks and
ravines to the north-east, that was all he knew, and he led his party
up the nullah, which appeared to lead roughly in the desired
direction. It turned and twisted and wound in the most perplexing
manner, however, and it seemed a godsend when the figure of a man was
discernible for an instant on the summit of the cliff. He disappeared
as soon as he caught sight of the travellers; but the stentorian
shouts of Murtiza Khan, promising safety and reward, brought him out
of his hiding-place again, to peer timidly over the rocks. He belonged
to a distant village, he said, and was seeking among the hills for
three sheep that had been lost, and he could guide the party as far as
the Sheikh-ul-Jabal’s outposts, beyond which he durst not go. Even
with reward in view, he would not come down into the nullah, but took
his way along the top of the cliff, often lost to view, and guiding
the trooper by shouts. When at length he stopped short, demanding the
promised coin, evening was coming on, and still there was no sign of
human habitation to be seen, but only dry torrent-beds and frowning
rocks. It chanced that Lady Haigh had a rupee about her--a most
unusual thing in camp-life--and this was duly laid upon a rock
indicated by the guide, who would not come down to secure it while the
travellers were in sight.
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