Showing posts with label spear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spear. Show all posts
Thursday, 22 November 2012
On the fly
He seized a spear from one of the guards on the fly, and began to stab the surrounding carpet, cursing something fearful. Then he flung the spear aside, shook his fists at heaven, and darted into the pavilion . . . and the assembled military and civilian worthies stood silent and thoughtful, determined not to look at each other, like a convocation of clergy when the bishop has farted extempore.
Flashman on the March, p.200, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Fall out, Flashy
The army of Abyssinia was at rest, thousands of men loafing and talking and brewing their billies like anu other soldiers, save that these were black, and instead of shirt-sleeves and dangling galluses there were white shamas and tight leggings, and as well as the piled firearms there were stands of spears and racks of sickle bladed swords. They looked well, as the Gallas had done, and perhaps as soon as tomorrow they would go out to face the finest army in the world under one of the great captains. And how many come well to bed-time? And how many King’s Own and Dukes and Baluch, for that matter? Fall out, Flashy, thinks I, this ain’t your party; lie low, keep quiet, and above all, stay alive.
Flashman on the March, pp.198-99, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Monday, 8 October 2012
Snatched up at random
I was as shocked by their accuracy as by their callousness, but Uliba merely remarked that a Galla warrior could hit any target up to fifty yards with a spear or a knife or even a stone snatched up at random.
Flashman on the March, pp.103-4, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Thursday, 21 June 2012
The spears struck home
. . . the Zulu regiments rallied and came bounding in in a great mad charge, the rain of throwing spears whistling ahead of them like hail, and the stabbing assegais coming out from behind the white shields as they tore into our disordered front line, the roar of “’Suthu! ’Suthu!” giving way to their hideous hissing “’S-jee! ’S-jee!” as the spears struck home.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.276, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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