The camels glided past, each one with its laden panniers, each one holding rifles that could kill British or Indian soldiers, each one carrying a cargo that could end the fragile peace in India and allow the Mujahidin to debouch from the mountains into the vulnerable plains to r**e, raid, kidnap and kill. He had been sent to end such occurrences, and he had failed.
The tabla mullah rode up to him, now tapping lightly on his drum. He circled Jack three times, staring at him through these strange smoky eyes. "Embrace Islam," he advised. "Come to Allah."
Jack said nothing. He held the gaze of the mullah, seeing nothing there except contempt. "I am going to kill you," he said flatly. There was no bullet wound on the mullah"s chest or thigh.
"If Allah wills." The mullah circled Jack again, a
