"Welcome to Lucknow!" Lieutenant Elliot ducked behind the embankment as an enemy cannon ball screamed overhead. "When I"m an old man, I"ll bore my grandchildren with tales of this campaign."
"If we live to have grandchildren." Jack leaned against the trunk of a gul-mohur tree beside the sunken track. "These mutineers are giving us harder fighting than the Ruskies did at Inkerman."
gul-mohur"Aye, that"s for sure." Elliot cautiously peered over the embankment. "They never give up, do they? We beat them again and again, and still they come back."
"Sir Colin will sort them out," Jack said. "We have thirty-one thousand men now, and over a hundred guns, ten times the number we had with Havelock last year. This time we"ll capture Lucknow and hold it against all comers."
The mutineers" artille
