Hurnām went on: “At Neuve Chapelle, at Festubert, we bled, On Wipers field, at Moulin Piètre, We heard the German hymn of hate; Above our lines the war-ships soared, Our trenches rocked while cannon roared The requiem of the dead.” XVI The Jhelum’s banks had witnessed oft her waters stained with gore, Had heard the tramp of countless feet, Had known both triumph and defeat, But never had her waters swirled A prouder message to the world Than Hurnām’s story bore. XVII For India’s sons had sealed their oath, according to their laws; Sealed it with blood across the sea, From Flanders to Gallipoli, On Tigris’ banks, on Egypt’s sands, ’Mid Afric’s swamps and hinterlands, And died in England’s cause. XVIII For ages long the Mullah’s cry, the temple bells shall wile, And call to prayer for those who died, The father, mother, son, and bride, Descendants of the loyal brave Who rest in warriors’ simple grave, And need no marble pile. CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I. 1 CHAPTER II. 18 CHAPTER III. 31 CHAPTER IV. 49 CHAPTER V. 60 CHAPTER VI. 73 CHAPTER VII. 88 CHAPTER VIII. 103 CHAPTER IX. 119 CHAPTER X. 137 CHAPTER XI. 153 CHAPTER XII. 170 CHAPTER XIII. 182 CHAPTER XIV. 193 CHAPTER XV. 200 CHAPTER XVI. 220 CHAPTER XVII. 235 CHAPTER XVIII. 245 CHAPTER XIX. 257 CHAPTER XX. 268 CHAPTER XXI. 294 CHAPTER XXII. 304 CHAPTER XXIII. 315 CHAPTER XXIV. 325 CONCLUSION 344 EPILOGUE 345 APPENDIX 347 INDEX 383 MAPS