Wednesday, 14 May 2008

We rode north


In the morning we rode north into one of the world’s awful places – the great pass of the Khyber, where the track twists among the sun-scorched cliffs and the peaks seem to crouch in ambush for the traveller



Flashman, p.83, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.



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