Monday, 7 January 2013

A glitter of sabres

A trumpet sounded, and across the Islamgee plain I saw a glitter of sabres where a squadron of bearded sowars were cantering to meet them — Bombay Lights, I’m told, and just the boys to do Theodore’s homework for him if he lingered.

Flashman on the March, p.262, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.

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