The River Goomtee flowed turgid and brown between parched banks, with many of the surrounding buildings still in ruins from the previous year"s siege. Women washed clothes and gossiped while children laughed and played in the water.
Jack shivered, remembering the terrible days of Havelock"s relief and the evacuation. Not far from here, he had acknowledged his mother, and over there – he altered his angle of vision – she had died at the hands of a Pathan. He glanced at Batoor and wondered anew at his loyalty. He had so many memories of Lucknow, good and bad, for Mary was also here, in his mind.
"Are you all right, sir?" O"Neill asked.
"Yes, sergeant." Jack concentrated on the task at hand. "Well, Riley, this is where you lead the pack. You know where this treasure wagon is hidden."
Rile
