Who are you?"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles," she said.
"What the devil does that mean? Who are you, miss?" Jack looked around. There were no other women in this place of men. Soldiers of the Queen"s army mingled with those of the Company"s forces, infantry, engineers and artillerymen working, sleeping or trying to sleep as the guns of the Royal Navy and John Company kept up a desultory fire on the new town of Rangoon and the golden temple. Ranveer stood in the shadows, one of a handful of Indian servants.
The woman did not look afraid, although she was alone amidst hundreds of alien intruders. Nor did she smile as she folded herself onto the ground and sat, back straight and arms at her side, looking directly at Jack. "You are an officer here," she state
