Chapter Eighteen
“Windrush!” Roberts coughed, dragged a damp handkerchief across his sweating brow and pointed a shaky finger. “Take a wing of the 113th and join Gough. I want an infantry officer’s appraisal of Ayub Khan’s positions as well as that of a cavalryman. I’ll send the Sikhs, too; they’re steady men, and the further away from Kandahar, the better.”
“Yes, sir.” Jack would rather accompany Gough than linger in Kandahar, with its atmosphere of defeat. Sorry, Helen. You’ll have to wait.
“I’ll have to speak to the Wali Ali Khan.” Roberts leaned back, with his eyes seemingly sunk in his waxen face. “Is there anything you wish to tell me about Maiwand? I’ll hear from Burrows today, but I’d like your opinion.”
“The numbers were against General Burrows,” Jack said.
“Would you have fo
