December 1915
"Lie still!" Rachel commanded. She knelt over his n***d body, busy with a damp cloth but little apparent sympathy. "Now you know what the Turks are like."
Selkirk lay on his face and winced as she dabbed the cloth on his injuries. He felt dazed as the trauma of the past day washed over him. "What is the date? Have you heard from Brigadier Smith yet?"
"It"s the twentieth of December. No, we have not. Lie still I said."
As Selkirk struggled to turn over, she pushed him back down. "You need to rest," she said sternly. "Your men need you fit."
"I"m fit enough, damn it," Selkirk told her and swore as he found his wounds had stiffened while he slept. He looked sideways and saw the fabric sides of a tent. "Where am I?"
"You"re not fit, damn it back," Rachel pushed him back dow
