Talbot Mundy

Hira Singh Talbot Mundy

Book Excerpt: ...me with calm brown eyes. His khaki uniform, like two of the medal ribbons on his breast, was new, but nothing else about him suggested rawness. Attitude, grayness, dignity, the unstudied strength of his politeness, all sang aloud of battles won. Battles with himself they may have been--but they were won. I began remembering ice-polished rocks that the glaciers once dropped along Maine valleys, when his quiet voice summoned me back to India and the convalescent camp beyond whose outer gate I stood. Two flags on lances formed the gate and the boundary line was mostly imaginary; but one did not trespass, because at about the point where vision no longer pierced the mist there stood a sentry, and the grounding of a butt on gravel and now and then a cough announced others beyond him again."I have permission," I said, "to find a certain Risaldar-major Ranjoor Singh, and to ask him questions."He smiled. His eyes, betraying nothing but politeness, read the very depths of mine."Has the...