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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — III. The Road of the Warriors (1927)

But the Khan of Almalyk, a handsome man, with the thin nose and square chin of an eastern Turk, slapped the curved saber at his hip and pointed to the side of the road.
A rough cross-piece of wood projected from a mound and beside it other objects peered out of the snow—a miniature shield, a tiny wooden horse. Arslan bent down to look at it.
“A grave. They have given him a shield to bear and a horse to ride in the world of the dead.”
The crusader held up his hand for silence.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — III. The Road of the Warriors (1927)

Arslan added. “Her whim is to hear tales of war. Her name is Rusudan, and when she sings these Georgians come and stand guard over her. They are dogs, but they are her dogs.”
Hugh peered through the mist and smiled.
“Shortha Kupri is a prince of this realm.”
“So are the sheep-herders and the tenders of cattle. They are all her slaves. You can sleep in the saddle beside Shotha Kupri, but watch for the coming of Rusudan, for that will be the hour of the commencement of happenings.”
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb Rusudan — III. The Road of the Warriors (1927)

Hugh raised the bowl in both hands and uttered a deep-throated “Hail!” And he pretended not to notice that two of the Gipsies came and squatted behind him in the shadows. He did not think he would be attacked before the coming of the other Georgians, and in any case Arslan, who seemed to be dozing in the wagon, was watching what went on at his back. In the Khaukesh, he meditated, anything was better than to show fear.
“Your servant,” remarked the Tzigan, “says you are called the Swooping Hawk. Why do you wear your hair long? It is more beautiful than mine!”
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