General Chamberlain sat on the folding camp chair behind his travelling desk, listening to Probyn"s account of the patrol.
"You say the Bunerwals are guarding the Kotal."
"Yes, sir," Probyn said. "They tried to prevent us from returning to camp, as well. I have left a strong picket at the point of action."
"I"ll send a couple of companies of infantry to relieve them." Chamberlain gave the orders to a fresh-faced runner. "That way if the Bunerwals try to return they"ll find a hot reception waiting for them." He stood up, stroking his moustache. "The Bunerwals won"t like being pushed aside in their own territory. They"ll seek retribution."
"I agree, sir. They"ll attack us," Probyn said. "As sure as death, the Bunerwals will come at us either tonight or early tomorrow morning."
"Then we"
