I"ve failed. I failed to capture or kill Jayanti. I failed to save Snodgrass and his men, and I failed to turn the Rajah to support the British. Here I stand, Jack Baird Windrush, grandson of a traitor, bastard half-breed, rejected by my family and an officer who has led his men to defeat and m******e. It ends here at the ruined Hindu temple where my parents created me. I"ve travelled full circle."We could surrender," thin-faced Private Smith said.
"Bugger that." Logan spat on the ground. "We"re the 113th, not some bloody Hyde Park Strollers." He raised his voice. "We"re the 113th! Come and get us, you bastards!"
"Cry Havelock!" Coleman shouted.
"Let loose the dogs of war!" the 113th chorused.
Jack straightened his back. He may be a failure, but he led men. These were his men, and he w
