A gripping Raj novel of the Indian frontier that explores the sense of duty that drove successive generations of British men to sacrifice their lives for the goals of empire.
s will fire." And Luffe nodded to one of the younger officers. "Do you see to it, Haslewood."
Haslewood rose and went out from the courtyard with the orderly. He returned in a few minutes, saying that the man had returned to Wafadar Nazim's camp. The six men resumed their meal, and just as they ended it a Pathan glided in white flowing garments into the courtyard and bowed low.
"Huzoor," he said, "His Highness the Khan sends you greeting. God has been very good to him. A son has been born to him this day, and he sends you this present, knowing that you will value it more than all that he has"; and carefully unfolding a napkin, he laid with reverence upon the table a little red cardboard box. The mere look of the box told the six men what the present was even before Luffe lifted the lid. It was a box of fifty gold-tipped cigarettes, and applause greeted their appearance.
"If he could only have a son every day," said Lynes, and in the laugh which followed upon the words Luffe alone did not
Definitely on a par with The Four Feathers, though so little known. AEW captures the feel of the North West Frontier with amazing feeling, beautiful descriptions, and his characters leap off the page. A wonderful story of action, dreams, love and betrayal and destiny. I'm so glad I found it.