started killing off his brothers, but the litter was quite sizable. He couldn’t get them all at once.
'Anyway,' Learoyd continued, 'Afzal claimed the title of Mehtar and asked for recognition from Simla. The bloody fools gave it to him, figurin’, I suppose, to be Johnny-on-the-spot with the new man. Never mind he murdered several of his brothers and had the rest seeking sanctuary with the neighbouring chiefs. Now the eldest brother, Nizam, appealed to Simla for help. Of course, our people could hardly give it to him, having already recognised his little brother. Shortly thereafter, Afzul, not to be confused with Afzal, returned to Chitral. This was Sher Afzul, the new Mehtar’s uncle. He promptly killed his nephew Afzal as well as yet another brother in the bargain. Exit Aftal, the late Mehtar, enter Afzul, the new Mehtar. Bit of a Chinese fire drill, but it grows more absurd. Having recognised the late Mchtar, it appeared bad form for the boys at Simia to recognise his murderer, so they gave Nizam 25 °Cashmere rifles, which in turn encouraged a sizeable number of the local tribesmen to join up as well. Nizam marches on his uncle, who sends over a thousand men to stop him. Said thousand men immediately desert to Nizam’s side. Uncle Mehtar, fearful for his life, and rightfully so, performs a rather graceless abdication and beats a hasty retreat.
'You follow all this so far'' Learoyd said, smirking. 'We now have Mehtar Number Three, good ol’ Nizam the Nephew. He, however, proves so inept at Mehtarin’ that in order to help keep the peace, it’s decided to send Captain Young husband and a full battalion to reinforce the garrison at Cilgit. Ready trumpet fanfare … enter Urnra Khan, the aforementioned Pathan warlord. Turns out that yet another son-of-Aman-or son of something else not a man at all, if you get my meanin’-young chap named Amir, had taken refuge with the Khan of Jandul. Said son appears in Chitral, properly respectful of his brother the Mchtar, and claims to have escaped from Umra Khan, who had not used him kindly. Since brother Amir appears so properly respectful, brother Nizam the Mehtar makes him welcome, upon which Amir murders Nizam in a properly respectful manner. Where are we now, Mchtar Number Four or thereabouts' No matter, we’re still keepin’ it all in the family.
'Now the agent and the soldiers in Chitral have no idea what to do. Recognise yet another new Mehtar' Might be too hasty. After all, there’re still a few other sons runnin’ about here and there, no tellin’ the rate of turnover in this job. So word goes out to Simia-would someone mind very much tellin’ us what to do about this situation, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble'
'Meanwhile, Umra Khan the Aforementioned, who, as it turned out, hadn’t used Amir badly at all-Amir’s the current aspirant to longevity at Mehtarin’, you’ll recall-said Urnra Khan begins to march with a large force upon Chitral. Just to lend a hand, you understand. Amir, in his new precarious position, is somewhat leery of said hand and so he sends out a force to meet the khan’s. The khan prevails after a bit of a dustup, exit Amir. Now Urnra Khan, havin’ no great desire to Mehtar himself, invites Sher Afzul-that’s the uncle who was Number Two Mehtar-or was it Number Three' No matter. Anyway, Number Two now becomes Number Four. Or is it Five' Whatever. And just in case we didn’t like it, Umra Khan and Sher Afzul announce that they will fight if we oppose them. Now one knows that isn’t the sort of thing one says to an Englishman, much less a garrison full of Englishmen who are already confused about this comedy of errors. So of course the garrison opposed them, with the result being that the 14th Sikhs were massacred and their officers taken prisoner. Fort Chitral, miles away from nowhere, finds itself besieged.
'Outnumbered by fifty to one, Surgeon-Major Robertson finds himself havin’ to defend the fort with about three hundred rounds per man and not much in the way of supplies. One massed attack follows another. The fort is fired on repeatedly, yet somehow Robertson holds on and keeps the fort from burnin’ to the ground. He holds on long enough for Sir Robert Low to arrive with three brigades and Colonel Kelly with one. Both commanders had to fight for every inch of ground along the way. They save Robertson, put Umra Khan to flight, and breathe a mighty sigh of relief, thinkin’ its all over. And just to be on the safe side, so they don’t have to fight for every inch of ground goin’ back, it’s decided to establish a garrison in the Malakand Pass to keep the road open * ‘ Now we come at last to a gentlemen who calls himself Sadullah, referred to hereabouts as the Mad Mullah. Rather like that Mahdi chap General ‘Chinese’ Gordon ran afoul of in Khartoum. Am I losin’ you''
' No, go on, ' said Andre. ' This is fascinating.
Learoyd grinned. 'You’ll find it less so, miss, I promise you. While all this was goin’ on, our supposed ally in Kabul, the Emir Abdur Rahman, called a sort of council of the local holy men in all these parts, to study the Koran or some such. While he’s being a genial chap to all the lads in Simla, the emir tells all the holy men about how General Gordon got his head up on a pike down in Khartoum and how we’re havin’ other minor troubles here and there, and he tells them that the Prophet has decreed the time has come for the infidel firinghi, and so on and so forth. Thus, havin’ attended Sunday school, the holy men go forth to spread the word. And our friend Sadullah spreads it finer than any man I know. Next thing the boys up in the Malakand know, they’ve got themselves a bloody jehad upon their heads.
'Accordin’ to the latest communication, they were havin’ themselves a go at a few chukkers of polo when about 10,000 Ghazis came screamin’ down their throats. They’re hangin’ on up there, holdin’ off against a hundred to one odds, and praying’ like Hell, if you’ll excuse the expression, Father, that we’ll get there in time to save them all from bein’ butchered. The Guides have already left, the lancers leave tonight, and us Tommys, bein’ the least mobile, leave first thing in the mornin’. '
He turned to Delaney. 'You’ll be good enough to clear the way for us, I’m sure, sir. We’ll do what we can on our part. After all, we’ll have the Father with us. You watch, he’ll get there and convert them all to Christianity and they’ll throw down all their weapons and join us in a chorus of ‘Bringin’ in the Sheaves.’ '
'An’ I couldn’t ‘ave told it better meself,' Mulvaney said, ' ‘ceptin’ I wouldn’t ‘ave taken so bloody long a time about it.' He pushed back his chair and got up from the table. 'Gentlemen, and lady, you’ll excuse me, I am sure, but I’ve to go an’ see about me kit.' He tossed Delaney a half drunken salute and shambled off.
'Take my advice, Father,' said Learoyd. 'Go home. '
'I’m afraid I cannot, Private Learoyd,' said Lucas.
Learoyd rose. 'Well, then, much as it may go against your Christian conscience, you may find it more useful to lay aside your Bible for a time and do your convertin’ with a rifle. Good night to you.'
Lucas looked across the table at Finn and Andre, his mouth set in a grim expression. 'Who was the idiot who decided this would be a good scenario for temporal confrontations' '
Andre shook her head. 'I didn’t hear anything in what he said that contradicted history. If there are any anomalies present, if there’s any interference, it hasn’t affected the scenario yet.'
'That we know of,' said Finn. 'I’d keep an eye on Learoyd if I were you, Lucas. Despite the occasional lapse into slang, it strikes me that his conversation is way too educated for a mere army private. And scuttlebutt or no, he’s a lot more well informed than the average soldier.'
'That had occurred to me,' said Lucas. 'I think I’ll stick close to all three of them.'
Outside, a bugle sounded, and Finn stood up. 'That’s first call for assembly,' he said. 'My unit’s getting ready to move out.'
Andre reached out and took his arm. 'Be careful, Finn. '
‘, I will.'
'Don’t take any chances out there,' Lucas said. 'If it starts to look bad, use your warp disc and get the hell out. If we don’t rendezvous at Chakdarra, we’ll meet here, at that same shop in the bazaar.'
'Right,' said Finn.
'Good luck.'
'You too. Stay close to Blood, if you can. He seems to be the most important figure in this scenario.'
'Got it.'
Assembly blew.
'Got to go,' said Finn. 'I’ll meet you in Chakdarra. '
Outside, there were the sounds of horses and pack animals massing as the 11th Bengal Lancers prepared to ride out to the relief of Chakdarra.
'I wish we were going with him,' Andre said.
'So do l,' said Lucas, 'but this improves our chances. If anything gets out of whack up ahead, Finn can scout the situation and clock back to let us know. Besides, he’s right. We’ve got to protect the important figures in this scenario. And Blood’s the most important one on hand right now.'
The door burst open with a slam. Standing in the entrance was a dashing young blond officer in the uniform of a subaltern in the 4th Hussars. He saw Lucas and Andre and politely removed his shako.
'Excuse me, Father, madam. I wonder if you could tell me where I might find General Sir Bindon Blood' I’ve
