khyfer,“The bint?” Trust Donnelly to ascertain that the second visitor was a woman.
“Yes, sir. Who is she if I may ask?” Donnelly prodded the woman with the muzzle of his rifle. “It’s best not to have dealings with the local women, sir. They’re trouble.”
“The lady will be travelling with us for a while, Donnelly.”
“Very good, sir.” Donnelly shifted his rifle to cover Armaghan as the Timuri tried to edge to the flap. “Not so fast, you! We’d best search the woman for hidden weapons, sir. It wouldn’t be the first time an Afghan bint has knifed a man as he slept.”
Jack saw the logic. Despite the woman’s connection with Armaghan, he did not trust her. “I can hardly search a woman, Donnelly.”
“I can, sir, or I know a woman or two in the camp followers, sir,” Donnelly offered.
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