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Barbara Cleverly - The Damascened Blade

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In her acclaimed mysteries set in the age of the British Raj, Barbara Cleverly brilliantly captures a fascinating collision of cultures against a backdrop of jasmine-scented nights and neatly trimmed English gardens. In her gripping new novel, the author of The Last Kashmiri Rose and Ragtime in Simla transports us to the remote and exotic setting of Indias North-West Frontier, where a group of travelers is swept into a spellbinding drama of kidnapping, vengeance, and murder.Scotland Yard Detective Joe Sandilands has been given the unenviable mission of guarding a spirited young American woman with far more wealth than sense. Lily Coblenz, accompanied by a cunning businessman, a woman doctor, and two quarreling military strategists, expects the adventure of a lifetime when she arrives at a remote British outpost. But when the son of a Pathan tribal leader is discovered dead, Sandilands, a decorated war veteran, knows that his mission to protect Lily has suddenly taken a startling new turn that may bring them all to the brink of war. Now, from the far reaches of an empire, Joe Sandilands must separate lies from truths, innocents from killersand find the one person with a desperate motive for murder and the key to Indias destiny.

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The Damascened Blade

Barbara Cleverly

Chapter One

India, 1910

This isnt human country! It was never meant that anyone should be here, stand, sit or walk here. This isnt country worth fighting for. Leave it to bake in the summer, freeze in the winter; leave it to bury its dead or not even to bury its dead leave them to bleach away to nothing in the sun. What did Bismarck say? Not worth the good bones of one Pomeranian grenadier. He was thinking of the Balkans or some other God-forsaken part of Europe but its even more true of this part of India. The North-West bloody Frontier! Not worth the bones of a single gallant native Scout. Not worth the bones of a Sandhurst-trained British officer. My bones! A subaltern, who has dammit only been in this foul oven for two weeks.

The serrated and crumbling mountains, grey with hideous old age, black with seams of basalt, were empty, sterile and useless. Empty? Not quite. In the middle distance a lonely signal flag was frantically wagging. All the watching officers turned their binoculars on this. Someone read it off. Under attack. Carrying wounded. Three dead. Can you help?

The Colonel turned to his second-in-command. Send this, Neil, he said, Stand by to retreat on the Tit. Await my signal. Will cover you. He paused for a moment. With urgent speed the signal flag swished beside him in the hands of his second-in-command. Have they got that? he asked anxiously.

Yes, sir, they acknowledge.

Now send, Abandon the dead. The signal flag swished again at his side. And add, Dont abandon wounded.

Paddy Brownlow out there commanding the beleaguered patrol would know how to translate that Bring them in if you can shoot them if you cant. Any British officer falling into the hands of the Afridi would, without question, be tortured to death. A process which would generally be extended to cover two full days especially if the women came down to join in the fun, and the same fate awaited any Hindu soldiery who might have the bad luck to fall into enemy hands.

They acknowledge, sir.

In that case, Neil, send Retreat and open covering fire on the ridge

now!

The three twin Lewis guns burst into a wild and deafening rattle of sound. Chips of stone began to fly and whine away from the ridge. Surely nothing could live in that?

The little temple, derisively designated the Tit by the British, stood halfway between the relieving force and the retreating men. A swelling dome surmounted by a blunt pinnacle, it was aptly named. The Colonel was only reasonably confident. Out there were thirty men carrying wounded under fire, doubtless running short of water, exhausted by three days in action with half a mile of country to cover and only the fragile support of his advancing relief force. But at least theyd picked up his signal and the scrambling retreat had started. Had started according to a well-worn formula: a practised leap-frog, one unit to lay back and give covering fire while another passed back through them to lay back in its turn. Orderly. Safe. Well-tried.

The Colonel turned to Neil. Take over here, Neil, will you? Im going in with the chaps. Just for once. His eye lighted on the young subaltern standing by. You, Jock? Want to get a closer look at the Afridi? Come on then!

At the double, the relieving force spread out across the naked hills under the cover of the three Lewis guns. Neil watched them with agonized pride. This was where months of practice bore fruit. How many times had they in the familiar hills around the fort attacked, defended and retreated from various familiar features? Here, though, was grim reality.

The two forces met in the shadow of the Tit. Seamed and cracked, shattered indeed by a hundred baking summers and a hundred frozen winters, little of the Tit but its dome remained to suggest that this once had been the peaceful abode of God in these hills. What must once have been a placid statement now provided at least a sketchy shelter for the relieving force to combine with the desperate patrol.

After a little congratulatory back-slapping and sighs of relief as the two units mingled, a careful roll was called. Lets enter up the Scoreboard, said the Colonel. Lets make sure whos here and who isnt before we move. Hurry though. I dont want to stay here longer than necessary.

The word came back to him Four Scouts killed and five walking wounded if we get a move on. Jackies badly hit but I think we can move him along between us. And then after a long pause, Harrys missing.

Anyone know what happened to Harry?

Last I saw of him, he was strapping up Jackies shoulder. He was supposed to be behind us. Oh, Lord! I know what happened to him, poor sod! Got cut off and had to come back up the black nullah. Had to climb a cliff face.

Anybody with him? You! Ahmad! The Colonel switched easily to Pushtu and continued, Did you see what happened?

It emerged that the three men whod been with him had succeeded in negotiating the cliff face, one slightly wounded, one slashed across the face by a flying chip of stone. But Harry had been hit climbing the cliff and had fallen to its foot. Hed been shot through the shoulder and one arm was useless. Hed broken his leg in two places falling down the cliff.

Harry had tried to move but he couldnt get his limbs to obey him. In his trouser pocket was a cyanide pill but he couldnt reach it. With years of experience of the frontier behind him he understood the situation in all its stark reality. If he was lucky he was within a few hours of death; if he was unlucky, within a few days. Uncomplicated, honourable and kind-hearted, Harry was well liked by all and loved by his men. The Pathan troopers he commanded were as uncomplicated as himself. They had no question at all as to what they should do. Slinging their rifles across their shoulders, they were already forming up to go straight back in and get him out but the Colonel took one further look at the terrain. Harry lay at the end of a narrow defile, thirty feet wide at the most at its base, overlooked on both sides by towering cliffs and by Afridi, each commanding a wide field of fire through which a rescuing force would need to pass. It was a lethal option.

Im going to have to give the order.

He did.

Leave it! he said. Leave it! Prepare to fall back.

Jock mopped his red face. His hands were shaking and his eyes unfocused with remembered terror at the mad forward dash. Bloody country! He said it again to himself. Who wants the bloody place? And these people? Leave them, for Christs sake, to kill each other as they always have and as soon as possible!

He squinted up at the hills. Was he imagining it or had the enemy fire subsided? It was nearly dusk and the dark fell abruptly in these hills. Had they given up for the day and gone home to their tea? Not willing to answer back to the Lewis guns probably. Hed heard the Afridi, like all Pathan tribesmen, were clever tacticians, brave mountain fighters certainly none braver but they were careful and knew when to retreat. They had the skill to disappear into the hills as silently as they had arrived. Save your men and bullets to fight another day was their policy. He listened hopefully. Yes, thats probably what they were doing. Getting out while the going was still good. Its what he would have done himself.

The men had fallen silent and were obeying the Colonels command to prepare to withdraw back to the original position half a mile away from where they could, under cover of darkness, make it back the five miles to their base at Fort Hamilton. Wounded were being tended, stretcher bearers were falling in.

The stillness was shattered by a thin and wavering scream. Rigid with fear, Jock said, For Gods sake! What was that? His fellow officers couldnt meet his eye. What the hell was that? he asked again.

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