"Dear God in heaven." Jack stared at Mary for a long time, shaking his head. He was aware of Batoor in the room, or he would have folded her in his arms. "You"re safe," he said.
"So are you." Mary"s eyes were huge.
"I"m glad." Jack didn"t know what to say.
"So am I."
"I saw you grabbed," Jack said. "I saw somebody pull you into a building."
"That was Batoor." Mary looked at the Pathan. "He saved me, and we have been trying to find you ever since."
"There are other British prisoners." Jack didn"t know how to thank her, or Batoor. More used to the abrupt manners of soldiers and the code of gentlemen, he was unsure how to act with a woman such as Mary. He frowned as he realised what he was thinking. A woman such as Mary? What do I mean by that? Is Mary different from any other woman he
