British -- Asia -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
This time the parley was granted, and Ferrers learned too late that
the men he had attacked were the inhabitants of the village to which
the field belonged, that they had brought their weapons with them
owing to a warning that the people of another village intended to
attack them and carry off their harvest, and that the second village
had revenged itself for its disappointment by sending Ferrers the
information which had led him wrong. There was nothing to be done but
to rebuke the village elders severely for not warning him of the
intended attack instead of taking the law into their own hands,
assuage the sufferings of the wounded by distributing among them all
the money he had about him, and return drearily to Shah Nawaz to draw
up a report of the occurrence. It was his luck all over, he told
himself, ignoring the reminder that he had not attempted to avert the
fight--in fact, that he had hurried it on for the mere sake of
fighting. It was all the fault of the life at this wretched outpost,
where there was nothing a man could do but fight, and that was
forbidden him. It was little comfort to remember that Major Keeling,
in his place, would have found the day all too short for the
innumerable things to be done. He would have been in the saddle from
morning till night, visiting the villages, holding impromptu courts of
justice, looking for traces of old irrigation-works or planning new
ones, and filling up any odds and ends of time by instituting
shooting-competitions among his troopers, or making experiments in
gardening. Ferrers was a very different man from his Commandant,
though he could be brave enough when there was fighting to be done,
and owed his captaincy to his gallantry on a hard-won field. Without
the stimulus of excitement he was prone to fits of indolence, when the
monotonous round of daily duty was intolerably irksome; and he was
further handicapped by the fact that whereas the change to the
frontier had been intended to cut him off from his old life, he had,
unknown to the older men who were trying to direct his course anew,
succeeded in bringing a portion of his past with him.
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